I sat there on my bed shocked when I couldn’t rattle off a list of hobbies. In fact, I was unable to say a single one. We discussed for a few moments about growing up, I guess that’s what I’m doing. I’m growing up and it’s weird. They don’t really teach you in school how to adapt to being out of school. It’s almost like I need a “Success After College” course in addition to the intro version.
I’ve been involved in my community at least since I was 10, I thought. But after much self-realization I’ve found that I was not very involved in my community as a whole but my school community. Now that I’m no longer in school, I’m lost. I don’t mind being lost and I’m taking it as an adventure, but it’s confusing and at times difficult. I’m used to practicing how to say no in front of my friends because we all knew I would say yes to too many people. I don’t remember a single week going by without seeing some flyer about an event, club or trip that sounded interesting. Heck, I used to think it fun to count how many times I made the yearbook not because I was popular but because I was involved in so many clubs, teams and activities.
As I think about it, most of my time at school was from extra activities rather than traditional education. I was THAT kid, the one who was at school before most teachers and left long after the janitors finished cleaning. This was my life from elementary school through college graduation. I’ve been thinking of going back to school but I wonder now if it’s because I want more education or if really I just want to feel a part of that community once more.
No matter if I choose to go back, travel more or just stay in Michigan, one thing is for sure, I need to figure out my hobbies. I need to understand what it is I want to do in this thing called spare time.
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