RELATABLE LIFE SERIES
Re-Loving the Hobbies I Did as a Child
There’s something sacred about the things we loved as children. Before the world told us what we should be, before pressure shaped our interests, before expectations grew heavier than joy, we had hobbies. Pure, unfiltered and soul-hugging hobbies.
I recently began the journey of revisiting mine and it’s been healing in ways I never expected. I took a few minutes to sit in the memories of what used to be, what I used to love and how it made me feel. I tried to make out the reasons I lost interest or what made me stop these hobbies completely, but I couldn’t really give myself an answer at that point in time.
The Forgotten Joys
As a child, I would spend hours drawing characters from cartoons, writing short stories in worn-out notebooks, and dancing alone in my room to songs I barely understood. I wasn’t doing it for validation, likes, or money, I just… loved doing it. But somewhere along the way, those simple pleasures faded. School demanded more time, adulthood demanded even more and the space for hobbies became “a waste of time” in the name of productivity. But here’s the thing: the younger me had something right. It had safety in those things that made me happy, those things that made me the happiest version of myself without the noise around. No matter what I went through during that period, these hobbies gave me life and a reason to keep living.
Hobbies Are Healing
Re-loving my childhood hobbies wasn’t just about “doing something fun” — it was about reconnecting with a version of myself I lost.
It started small:
- I picked up an old notebook and started doodling again.
- I danced barefoot in my room with no choreography, just vibes.
- I wrote little poems that didn’t need to make sense — they just needed to exist.
- I bought a few drawing materials and started making some simple sketches again
- I started writing something…something that would become another short story.
And with each moment, I remembered how powerful it is to do something just because I love it.There was no pressure, no deadlines, no need to “be great” at it, just joy.
Why We Abandon What We Love
As we grow up, the world teaches us that hobbies must be monetized, productive, or “useful. Suddenly, drawing becomes pointless if you’re not selling art. Singing becomes a side hustle or nothing. Writing gets boxed into deadlines and content calendars. We stop doing things for love, and start doing them for performance. But we lose something sacred when we do that. We lose the essence of the purest form of joy these hobbies bring us.
The Magic of Reconnecting
Re-loving my hobbies felt like breathing air I hadn’t tasted in years. It reminded me of who I was and still am beneath all the layers. It reminded me that goals aren’t just about the future. Sometimes, they’re about circling back. So here’s what I’m learning:
- Not all goals have to be new.
- Some goals are about returning to what once gave us joy.
- That version of you — the child who loved freely — still lives inside.
- You don’t need permission to be that person again.
Try This With Me
If you’re on your own journey of self-discovery or goal-setting, I invite you to do one simple thing this week:
👉 Revisit one hobby you loved as a child.
Not to be great at it.
Not to post about it.
Not to profit from it.
Just to feel something true.
Dust off the crayons.
Sing that embarrassing song.
Build a LEGO tower.
Write a silly poem.
Watch what happens.
A Gentle Reminder
This isn’t about going backward — it’s about reconnecting with a part of you that’s been patiently waiting to be seen again. Sometimes, moving forward means remembering what once made you feel alive.
This is my journey.
I hope it reminds you to begin (or return to) yours.
—
With love,
InspiringAlly 💛
Hope you enjoyed this piece and it related to you in one way or the other.
Please leave a comment on what part related to you and tell us what other relatable situations to write on.
Please SUBSCRIBE for more inspiring content and SHARE with loved ones❤
STAY TUNED FOR PART 4👍
Comments
Post a Comment