I write fiction, but after taking a long break from it due to mental health and and unrealistic expectations of perfection, I find it really hard to get back into an efortless routine again? Some years ago, I used to be able to just sit down and bleed, as Hemingway put it. Now it's eye-bleeping the cursor for the better part of the process. I love reading but like most people who were able to finish a book a day when they were younger and now struggle to finish a book in a whole week, I find that my attention span is ruined thanks to the time I spend on social media or generally staring at the screens. I would say that work, chores and general adulthood gets in the way but I've faced with the time I spend on my phone thanks to the screen time thing and I have zero excuses if I can find that much of my day to spend scrolling mindlessly. SIGH.
I love art but don't claim to be an expert on it, I have my favourites and I really enjoy museum time. I look forward to being able to visit paintings again once I consider traveling safe again. I also love ballet; I found the lockdown streams of Royal Ballet, Bolshoi and other companies so anjoyable. I wish these were available all the time. Not everyone can spare the time and money to attend a performance whenever they like but most people who enjoy them would happily spend a humble fee to be able to watch performances online, even for a limited time. /rant
I used to love sitting down with a cup of tea on Saturday mornings to go through my favourite blogs in early 2010s but that blogging scene is pretty much dead. I also watch Youtube, obviously, but I don't know if I would consider it a hobby as it's become more of a mind numbing routine to tune out the anxiety haha
