Hobbies are one of those things everyone has. Some people restore vintage cars. Those are some pretty impressive things once you think about all the money and time someone spent doing that. I mean even if the person who currently owns it just bought it, someone before him spent the time and effort to make it beautiful again.
Most of my so-called hobbies came about as coping mechanisms. I started yoga to relax, and while I still do it for that reason, I enjoy it outside of it the regularity of it. Cooking became something I did to feel better. It helped me address nutritional needs I wasn’t getting and I got to meet some amazing people while I learned.
I started out working the cafeteria with Ms. Shelia. And eventually my skills pushed past her and she introduced me to a five star chef in Little Italy. When he had taught me all he was going to teach me he sent me to a French chef at restaurant. He wanted to send me to cooking school when I turned 18. I had to say no to that.
Working out is a hobby. I enjoy the counting and it gives me an outlet to push the perfectionism into something that is actually productive for it.
And I like dancing. Dancing is a hobby, one I only really get to do in clubs as of late but when I was in the Academy I had regular lessons. I learned everything from ballet to jazz, ballroom dancing to salsa. I learned whatever the school I went to offered. I could still go, and I often do if I’m in the mood to waltz or something. I would take a date, maybe one day I’ll be able to take someone who appreciates it as much as I do. I’m not sure Sage is that guy, but maybe.
I don’t know if I have any other hobbies. Well that’s a lie…
I draw. I’ve no formal lessons in it. I don’t really draw for fun. I draw for therapy and to explain things. It is relaxing and it’s for a purpose, but I don’t consider it a hobby.