We Used to Climb Trees. Now We Swipe Reels.
For those of you working a 9-to-5 to maintain access to running water and the occasional bowl of gruel, do you also have a hobby or three? For fun, mental health, and prison-avoidance.
And actually, this can also apply to you newly retired folks, the βI have more money than Godβ peeps, or the βWork? Whatβs work?β collective. #YaLuckyBastards.

So⦠What Do You Actually Do for Fun?
Another of the things Iβve realized as I keep getting older is that we really need something else to look forward to outside of work, and on a consistent basis.
And if you are indeed part of the βI have as much money as Jesusβ peeps, or the βWork? Whatβs work?βcollectiveβ¦ then daily fine dining and bi-weekly international trips might already be your thing.
But for the rest of us folks who do dabble in the finer things (thereβs not too many international beaches that my bum would say no to), just not all the time because of said 9-to-5 commitments, do you have a hobby or three?
Please donβt think Iβm heading into the βhow to turn your hobby into a side hustleβ speech. I mean you can if you want to, but what about a hobby for, oh I donβt know, a hobby-sake.
For relaxation, de-stressing, bootleg-therapy, escape from the 9-to-5, or a stressful situation. Or all combined. Not everything has to be some hyper-optimized self-improvement plan. Most times, for me at least, itβs just a reason to shift the stale atmosphere or to leave the house on a Tuesday night. Now this may sound harsh, but letβs not include binge watching anything, though I do partake in said activities, or doom scrolling insert your fave social media addiction of choice. I mean a real-deal hobby.
If youβre more of the adventurous type and whatever it is, is accessible to you, do it. And do it regularly. But it can also be ones that seem boring, odd, childish, or a waste of time to someone else. Regardless, we donβt give a toss, a damn, or a fickerty-fuck what anyone else thinks about what our soon-to-be hobby is and how itβs about to make us feel.

When Your Entire Existence Becomes Survival Mode
I was talking to a friend recently (donβt I always), whoβs been feeling stuck and sad with her life. I donβt divulge personal conversations with my peeps but the situation at home ainβt good. Her routine is exhausting and to say sheβs mentally drained all the time is an understatement. She wakes up, goes to work, and comes home to the same environment. Insert the usual making dinner, keeping a home, kiddos etc., and queue the swift escape to the one and only βno need to thinkβ habit of scrolling on her phone for hours until she falls asleep, and repeats it the next day.
So we (as there were two of us) asked her what she actually does outside of work that belongs to her and her alone.
She didnβt have an answer.
And honestly, I think a lot of us Big-Age Baddies quietly end up there without realizing it or thinking thereβs any time to add something new in. So you stop being curious, trying new things or doing old things, and default to maintenance mode. Now your brain thinks the only βbreakβ is consuming other peopleβs lives online. The good, bad, and utterly insane. The latter ones can be really addictive.
When we asked our friend if she had a hobby, the word almost sounded foreign to her. Possibly a little silly. And I kind of get it. A hobby can sound insignificant until you realize it creates momentum. The little joys of something to look forward to, and not just once. It also gives structure to your week as you have to plan to fit it in. Yes, thatβs right, you have to fit it in. Those 4-6 hours your phone informed you about your weekly (or daily) online time β yeah, that right there. Youβve got time!
Now our friend is still fighting this a little. Weβre giving her some grace for now. But nothing changes unless you do.
βBut weβre GenX, we werenβt allowed βhobbiesβ! We were barely remembered by our parents!β
Youβre right, youβre right. But when we werenβt outside until 11pm, on our bikes with no helmets. Clear across town smoking candy cigarettes. Still bleeding from the head after being flung off the baking-sheet, hot arse slide. Or was it tossed off the violently-whirling roundabout? Because if we went home to heal, weβd have to stay home, or worse, be thought of by our peers as a wuss, a punk, or a loser. The other things that werenβt this, those were our hobbies.
Fast forward to today and Iβm going to declare that the best hobbies are usually the ones that are accessible enough to become part of your real, everyday life instead of some fantasy version of yourself. The things you can consistently return to without needing perfect weather, tons of money, people to do it with, or a complete personality transformation.
Whatever hobbies slipped into your head right now, that make you laugh out loud, scrunch-up your face, and look to dismiss β thatβs itβ¦ thatβs it!
If it was you on your BMX doing wheelies⦠calm down. If it was you playing knock-down-ginger (USA flava: Ding-dong-ditch)⦠umm, yeah⦠no.

Need a list to get those hobby-juices flowing?
Hereβs a few (30) I thought of.
Disclaimer:
Before attempting any of these hobbies, consult all your doctors.
Possible side effects include: increased happiness, body aches from suddenly remembering you are older, and big-back activities tied to baking.

Any that fit? Cβmon, stop playing, you know some do!
The point isnβt mastery or anything. The point is having something in your life that reminds you thereβs more to being alive than going to work, working, and recovering from work. That thereβs a fantastical distraction from a situation you might not be able to face or escape. One you can, want, and look forward to doing over and over.
We donβt always need a life overhaul. We just need one thing, on repeat, that makes you feel like you. And want to get out of bed again.


