I like to do a lot of things. But I’m not good at almost any of them.
This is how it usually goes: I try something, with the borrowed or the cheapest equipment (salsa dancing in sandals, playing other people’s ukulele, drawing with colourful pencils for children, playing badminton with other people’s brackets…) Because I don’t want to invest in something I’m just trying out. And then, I will have so much fun that I want to “be serious” about doing it. So gears are bought (light-weight, cat-heels dancing shoes, a brand-new ukulele, a professional set of drawing pencils, my own pair of badminton brackets with a badminton ball…) “I’m going to do this as often as I can! Better once a week!”
And I never do it again. Mostly because something else comes up and I just forget about it. Then I might do it again half year or a year later. Something you do twice a year is not your hobby.
My husband said that his hobby is to play computer games about once to twice a month. When I said “it’s not a good hobby” he said “you don’t even have a hobby.”
I guess I really don’t have one.
Hobby is what you do for fun. It seems that no matter whatever fun I have doing stuff stops right after I consider doing it more often.
Commitment issue? I don’t know.
But most things are like skiing. You try it once. The first time is usually fun, but the real fun comes after you get somewhat good at it.
I can consider myself to be a bad hobbyist. Or maybe my hobby is just to discover new, fun things, and then move on to something else.
Maybe I should stop wanting to have a hobby because clearly too many things are interesting to me and I’m bad at keeping one.
Maybe trying different things is my hobby. The “feeling like a bad hobbyist” part not included. Because that’s not fun.