It seems almost wrong to write “My hobby is photography.” I’m inconsistent. I don’t pick up my camera nearly as much as I should. Sometimes the images are disjointed. Much of the time the focus is off.
I’m not a writer. I don’t have a way with words. I don’t live or die by the pen. Or the keyboard. I struggle to share thoughts that make sense. And when I do, they tumble out and hit the floor with a thud because no one feels the feel.
Reading used to be my thing. But too much time spent in academia has me reading only what needs to be read and not what wants to be digested.
I wonder, does scrolling through Instagram count as a hobby?