Not long ago, a now-private Kashia Dunner tweeted a rallying cry to fellow Millennials. The tweet argues that “my generation lost hobbies,” and judging by the retweets and screenshots uploaded to Instagram, it seems many agree.
The last five words are a simple yet effective call to action, especially considering this tweet was published on New Year’s Eve.
i feel like my generation lost hobbies.
everything doesn’t have to be a hustle, side hustle, or money making enterprise. sometimes it’s just fun to do something because it brings you joy, peace, relaxation, or allows you to be creative.
let’s rediscover hobbies in 2020.Kashia (@kashia) December 31, 2019
I wholeheartedly agree with the notion that everything doesn’t have to be a hustle. In fact, I think the emphasis on Millennial hustle in a ‘gig economy’ is a sign of just how broken the corporate workplace is.
Even so, did our generation truly lose hobbies? I’m not sure. So many of my peers have little projects that are just for them. Like those coloring books for adults or making miniature houses (as a CSI: Crime Scene Investigation fan, I find these creepy). I know people who bake to relieve stress, who sketch with Procreate® to pass the time, and people who DIY home decor – not because they need it necessarily, but because they enjoy it.
Personally, I consider reading my top hobby, but I have dozens of others. I embroider, I write self-indulgent pop culture reviews, I attempt to craft, I sing (often in the shower), I sew, I dabble with fashion, I play the same three video games, I design interiors for a home I don’t have. And there’s the graveyard of hobbies that didn’t stick, like playing the Ukulele or using a bullet journal.
In reality, it’s not that I’ve lost hobbies. It’s that my attention is focused elsewhere, interest lost and distracted by what’s directly in front of me. Instead of taking time for myself, I spend hours consuming content on my phone. I wonder which Succession character I am and BuzzFeed happily answers. I binge-watch Netflix. I Google to find out if I’m dying because my eye’s been twitching for two days. I deny myself the joy and personal reward of hobbies for a quick fix like the instant dopamine rush of Likes and comments. And on and on.
In the end, whether hobbies are forgotten or merely ignored, I suppose the final thoughts are still the same. Let 2020 be the year we pivot from solely consuming to creating, too. Start indulging the weird creative side of yourself, just for you. Whether you’re making a loaf of banana bread, working up a sweat from dancing, or typing out a grand manifesto, I hope you make it yours.