I remember growing up and hobbies were the in thing. Everyone young and old had a hobby.
For me, I collected coins. Others, it was stamps, or football player cards, or baseball player cards. For others, it was an activity, like chess or snowmobiling or minibike riding or bicycling.
For my father, it was picture framing. He was a photographer and added the hobby of picture-framing as part of his skill base. For my mother, it was embroidering.
Hobbies can be a good thing. It is a neutral activity beneficial to a person. You go in to it without a monetary gain involved; you just enjoy doing it.
There’s no pressure to get something out of it other than the satisfaction of participating in it, and learning as you go along.
Hobbies can be really anything that you enjoy doing regularly, usually that you grow into and learn more about over time.
For some, a hobby may be bird-watching, and the more you do it the more birds you come to see and know about.
For others, it might be car show attendance, a rather new one in the category of hobbies, but one just the same. The hobby may focus on how many cars of each make and model they can register as having seen over time, locations they’ve gone to, and maybe photographs of the cars they’ve been allowed to capture and log in their journeys.
Whatever your hobby is may you be able to dedicate the time that a person should be allowed outside of work-work-work, survival, getting ahead, keeping up with society.
A hobby is a break from society for you, a relief in this sense of urgency that has traditionally driven society, day in and day out.