none of these things will make you famous. none of them will get you promoted. you probably won’t even be that good at most of them. but that’s the point. hobbies don’t exist to make you better at life. they exist to make life a little better while you’re living it.
there’s something very tender about carving out space for joy that isn’t optimized or monetized. it feels rebellious, almost, in a world where every free minute is supposed to be a building block for something greater. sometimes what you need isn’t greater. sometimes what you need is smaller. softer. sillier. less impressive, more yours.