Call it a second wind, but being back in the routine of collecting has been a lot of fun. I'm sitting around waiting for my mailman to arrive each day in a way that's starting to feel borderline canine.
There are a lot of different irons in the fire right now. I'm headed into the home stretch of getting my Pirate collection logged on TCDB, and have even struck up my first trades on the site. I started browsing around the artist formerly known as Just Commons, which apparently has a new name and slightly better search interface. And I've been taking a deep dive back into my own collection, and enjoying the thousands of cards I already have.
But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the highlight is the mail.
As I mentioned in my last post, if I was going to collect, it needed to be fun. I missed that rush of each new pickup being its own event to be excited about. And truth be told, one of the big things that burnt me out on collecting was the way the hobby has evolved. Collecting started to feel harder than studying for a 10th grade chemistry test. Just keeping straight which card I owned was a complex exercise in mental gymnastics.
Was it the blue shimmer sparkle wave refractor that I had, or the baby blue shimmer dot refractor?
Logging the card into my collection became a scavenger hunt that ended up with 3 tabs open, 5 reference photos, and Scotland Yard on the phone.
Ain't nobody got time for that. So let's stick with the classics.