Quite honestly, I don't have hobbies. I just don't have time. I would love to say that I'm interested in a lot of different things and that once I have time, there are things I love doing, but there's just not. I enjoy reading in my free time, but I wouldn't necessarily call it a hobby. I like to binge watch different things on Netflix (currently Gilmore Girls), but, again, not a hobby. While down in Florida over Christmas, I finally thought I understood why people love to run. In Florida, I loved to run. Every runner you saw smiled and said hi. It didn't matter how fast or slow you were, it only mattered that you were out there. Then I came back to Ohio. People are just not like that here. No one smiles. No one says hi. It does matter how fast you are. In fact, if you're just out there for exercise, that's not good enough. You should be out there training for marathons. That takes the joy out of it for me, so running is not a hobby.
I have often wished I had a hobby. I have tried so many different things, but they just don't hold my interest. Closest thing I have to a hobby would be baking. I enjoy it, but we don't eat it. We're not big on sweets here. That means I only bake when I know I have other people to pass it off on.
The thing is, I really don't need a hobby. My life is full. I spend my time doing work that needs to be done, chauffeuring my kids around, and getting together with friends when possible. I actually like that freedom. So, instead of being grateful for something specific I enjoy doing, I'm grateful for now having time to enjoy doing everything.