"What do you do for a hobby?"

I blinked.  I paused.  I looked up the definition of hobby.  Yep, that word still limits itself to activities done regularly, in spare time, for pleasure.

I read, I write, I consume media, I look things up.  I describe most of my work in exactly the same way.

I play the violin, once or twice every two to three years.  I burned out on photography when I quit the portrait studio job three years ago.  I sew, when I have to.  I rode a horse ten years ago.  I go hiking when given the opportunity and someone to go with.  You don't tell someone you just met that you ramble through graveyards.  I can both draw and paint but have done neither regularly in six years.  I bake, when the kitchen is clean and I have all the ingredients and I feel like it, so I've not done any baking in two years.  I play no sports.  I don't exercise.

I like all these things.  I like many things.  I lack the desire or motivation to do any of them because, well...  I suspect because my emotional energy has been wrapped up in other things, and my basic drive to accomplish anything has been work related.

I'm not sure what this makes me.