Now that I’ve had a few months to settle in to my new job, my new house and my new life up here in Boston, I’ve started to notice my lack of hobbies. Starting a new hobby is certainly a tricky business. Your first hurdle: you’re going to be bad at it, at least for a while (believe me, this is a formidable hurdle given the type-A personality so kindly bestowed upon me by my undergraduate years). Your second hurdle: it costs money (given that my audience is primarily in student loan debt up to his/her eyeballs or is trying to live in a major metropolitan area on a non-profit fellow’s stipend, I’m sure you feel my pain). Your third hurdle: you actually have to figure out what it is that you enjoy doing (metacognition is not my forte—yes, NBS, it’s because I’m a girl).
That said, I think I’ve finally arrived at a solution. I’ve found a cheap, enjoyable hobby that only took me about 4 hours of patient practice at my desk to master.
Behold…I can now write both forwards and backwards with equal dexterity and speed! Then again, perhaps I'll keep thinking...
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