Last week I had an interesting conversation with a young father in my ward about hobbies. He was lamenting the fact that he has none. He used to have hobbies, but the press of family, work, and Church has squeezed all self-indulgence from his schedule. I was interested to hear this because I had said almost exactly the same thing to my wife about five years ago. I had completely given up my youthful passion for golf. I rarely watched television, and certainly didn’t have any regular shows. Reading? Forget about it, unless it was related to a paper that I was writing. No video games, no movies, no pez dispenser collections. Even BYU sports was out. When a student asked about my hobbies, I responded simply, “none.”
Fortunately, I enjoy my family, my work, and my Church service because they still account for virtually all of my waking hours. More recently, however, as my children have gotten older, I have started to resume some personal pursuits, though even many of these (e.g., cycling) involve my family. Blogging is a hobby, though my other blog has lots of positive externalities for my work. I also love to cook, and I especially enjoy eating good cheeses.
As I reclaim more of my life, I wonder how I should think about hobbies. The obsessor in me worries about wasting time, but another part of me counsels that an obsession with time is satanic. Just between us, I hope the latter part wins.