Hobbies are a good thing. They are a way of keeping us connected to our true interests beyond the day-to-day things needed for modern survival. Oddly enough historically they are something I have never valued and therefore not had in my life. Some of this may come from having parents who never really pursued any one thing with great interest (besides my father’s occasional gambling--money for nothing and sex for free). Maybe even my moving every two to three years to new cities in different states and between divorced parents made adjusting my hobby? 

Regardless of the reason nothing tangible branches up into my current adulthood as a long maintained task done or interest pursued. For a while I had not noticed this absence since being occupied with adjusting to college life and then post college reality.  It is in this post-college calm that I am finding a need for something new. 

At first partying and hanging out seemed to be enough. Then I started feeling less connected and unsure of what to do with myself outside of simply going to work (who wants to only be their job?) or going to a bar. Then I came across my current circle of friends. Some I have known for a while, others only recently arrived but have me seeing my older friends in newer and deeper ways. They are people with rooted know-how cultivated over the years. People flawed yet actualized in tangible ways. To see them at work in regards to art, music, technology, machinery, sport, and other areas challenges me. I see how these separate interests blur together for them creating something meaningfully independent of basic survival. 

I hope to germinate some of my deeper interests that I have always brushed aside out of the necessity of adjustment. At 26 it feels so late, but I figure at 40, 50, and hopefully later I will appreciate that I put something down into the earth.