A few months ago, my husband asked me what he thought was a totally innocuous question, “Why don’t you have any hobbies?” Spoiler alert: it was not an innocuous question. I was instantly triggered and launched into a tirade about how the reason I don’t have hobbies is because my hobbies are taking care of the kids and the house in addition to trying to have a career and take care of myself, and my parents, and my friends, and my siblings, and the dog, and him. You see my husband has a lot of hobbies. He bikes, surfs, walks, runs, rock climbs, mountain climbs, and has dabbled in krav maga, jujitsu, boxing and more. He is also an avid reader, and engages in many mental wellness practices like journaling and meditation. He’s also a great dad. A really great dad. It’s hard not to compare myself to him. We’ve had a lot of talks about how different people have different energy levels and capabilities, and he clearly has more energy than me — especially for physical things. But he is also someone that makes time for himself even though he’s working over 60 hours a week, and even if that means waking up at 4 am, which he often does.
Just beautiful 😀