Are there hobbies or activities we outgrow over time? Honestly… probably several. For me, it’s less about losing interest and more about the way my ADHD shapes how I engage with things. I hyperfixate, dive all in, give it my all, and then—just as quickly—burn out and abandon ship.
Take crochet, for example. I still love it, but at my peak, my obsession grew to the point where my yarn collection needed its own room (yes, it was that bad). I’d start a project, get halfway through, and then start another… and another… leaving a growing pile of unfinished pieces in my wake. I still have at least five projects sitting there, beautiful, almost-complete works, waiting for attention. It’s not that I don’t love them—they’re gorgeous—but I can’t sit still long enough to finish them before something new sparks my curiosity. The projects I do finish? Those are usually for someone else. When I crochet for myself, it’s more like: Okay, I learned that stitch. I know what I wanted. Now what challenge can I tackle next?
Journaling is similar. I adore the idea of it—the scrap journaling, the junk journaling, the artful layouts—but consistency? Not so much. I have bins full of supplies that sit, untouched, until inspiration strikes again. When I do return, I dive in with excitement, create, feel satisfied, and then… leave it for months before the next session. It’s a cycle of intense engagement followed by long pauses.
I think the pattern says something about the way I learn and create: it’s about exploration, experimentation, and the thrill of trying something new. Completion is secondary. The joy is in the act, in the learning, in the pushing of boundaries, rather than in the finished product itself.
Maybe that’s okay. Maybe hobbies aren’t always meant to be linear, disciplined, or completed on a schedule. Sometimes they’re just snapshots of what excites us in the moment—reminders of curiosity, play, and creativity, even if we don’t always cross the finish line.
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