adult hobbies worth trying - by ayushi thakkar

nobody really tells you that adulthood is basically a long series of weekends where you’re trying to remember what it is you used to like doing before you became exhausted for a living. there’s something surreal about waking up at 28, 32, 39, and realizing that without work, errands, or social obligations, you’re not entirely sure what to do with yourself. the hours stretch out in front of you like an unfamiliar landscape. you could clean. you could reorganize your google drive. you could lie on the floor. all valid options. but sometimes, something quieter tugs at you—the idea that maybe, just maybe, you’re allowed to have joy that isn’t productive. maybe you’re still allowed to have hobbies. Subscribe when you’re younger, hobbies just happen to you. you draw badly in the margins of your math notebook. you join a club because your best friend does. you stumble into guitar lessons or soccer or baking because someone offers and you have nothing better to do. but adulthood, somehow, turn

nobody really tells you that adulthood is basically a long series of weekends where you’re trying to remember what it is you used to like doing before you became exhausted for a living. there’s something surreal about waking up at 28, 32, 39, and realizing that without work, errands, or social obligations, you’re not entirely sure what to do with yourself. the hours stretch out in front of you like an unfamiliar landscape. you could clean. you could reorganize your google drive. you could lie on the floor. all valid options. but sometimes, something quieter tugs at you—the idea that maybe, jus