Some friends and I were just discussing hobbies. I was lamenting that I have none. I want to have hobbies. I think of myself as a hobby-type person. Someone that is passionate about this or that activity. However, when asked to list 'hobbies' on any kind of form I find myself reaching. Can I really say 'skiing' when I haven't skied in three years? Is reading really a hobby?
It depresses and deflates me, this lack of hobby. I could claim to be too busy, what with the new mothering and all. But that would be a lie. I have interests that I alternately indulge and ignore. But no hobbies.
So how does one cultivate a hobby? Or hobbies? Is it innate impulse that drives? Or a spark of interest that leads to plodding dedication? What keeps it fun and not a chore? Must it be something creative and active, or can it be passive?
I'm sure some would say blogging is a hobby, but I'm not ready to go that far just yet.
1 comment:
blogging could be a hobby. But anything that you enjoy could be, really. You just have do it more. Like if you had a garden in your new house/apt/place of residence, you could call gardening your hobby. Or you could spend a lot of time finding great books and reading them, and then that'd be your hobby. Or you could knit!
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