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+date: 2024-04-03 12:35:00 -0500
+tags: post, poem, hobbies
+title: ‘Nascent Thoughts on Hobbies’
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+I use to fancy myself a connoisseur of everything, an endless well of interest in new subjects or hobbies.
+Until that got really tiring.
+
+Recently, I have noted that I feel like a deer in headlights any time someone asks me about my hobbies.
+What are they?
+
+It used to be reading and/or writing.
+But I haven’t sat down to write something in ages and when I tell some people about this one, they shrug it off as something that all people do.
+
+It could have been cooking.
+But too frequently I cook out of necessity instead of for pleasure these days.
+
+It is hiking and being outdoors.
+But shift the time of year, climate, or priorities and that always takes a back seat.
+
+Perhaps gardening or food self-sufficiency could be on the list.
+But it always gets deprioritized because it isn’t a necessity.
+
+I call myself a minimalist.
+But similar to calling out “being a parent” in this context, that doesn’t feel like a hobby so much as an intentional lack of one and it is more a way of life anyway.
+
+Which leaves me with work.
+Perhaps this is a common refrain from parents who have jobs in which they have passion, but work can’t be a hobby as well because if work lacks pleasure (which it can and does at times) you are left with nothing more than exhaustion.