Day 20 — A hobby of mine

What is a ‘hobby’ exactly? I have a lot of different things that I do for enjoyment, but I’m not sure if they would be classed as hobbies. Is running a hobby? It’s one of my favourite things. My most favourite thing is cuddling my future husband but I’m pretty sure that it wouldn’t be classed as a hobby in the strictest sense of the word.

I love chillaxing in front of the telly with whatever series we are watching at the time (Survivor, Project Runway, Top Chef, Star Trek, Sarah Connor Chronicles, FlashForward, etc…). TV is not really a hobby, though, is it?

Dancing is probably my favourite hobby (other than hockey of course, but I have bored you enough with tales from the rink). Stephen and I started ballroom dancing classes about six weeks after we first met, and we both really enjoy it. It’s a challenge to learn and master each new step, and now after a year we can dance a basic waltz, quickstep, foxtrot (rhythm and slow), tango, samba, rumba, cha-cha and jive. It’s a great feeling to take a new move that seems impossibly hard and then learn how to dance through the steps seamlessly. And I think we are actually quite good at it.

The thing that makes this hobby a real challenge for me is that I am totally tone deaf. I can’t hear the beat of the music at all. I just step out and trust that Stephen will guide me around the dance floor in time to the music. And he does, impeccably.

And dancing brings out the best and worst in us. We bicker over where his feet are, why I’m not in time, whose arms aren’t in the right place (spaghetti arms!). But we also laugh and canoodle, and gossip about our classmates, and have a really great time together.

We are never going to be the next Fred and Ginger, but that’s not really the point of a hobby, is it?