Hobby Collector or Hobby Abandoner? Yes

You know that feeling when you just know a new passion has entered your soul?

You’re in bed, peacefully scrolling through Instagram or watching a relaxing DIY video on YouTube and BOOM — you’re convinced you were born to crochet. Or laser wood. Or make handmade candles shaped like forest animals.

That’s me. Every. Three. Months.

I don’t just like hobbies. I collect them like emotionally unstable Pokémon.

The Sacred Ritual of a New Passion

Step 1: Get inspired.

Step 2: Research obsessively at 2 AM.

Step 3: Fill online carts with tools, supplies, books, and possibly a turtleneck because artsy vibes.

Step 4: Convince myself it’s an “investment in my soul.”

Step 5: Receive the packages and pretend I’m not financially spiraling.

Step 6: Do the hobby once.

Step 7: Forget the hobby exists and stuff the tools into the Drawer of Broken Dreams.

My wardrobe now includes:

*4 macramé kits

*7 types of yarn (don’t ask if I know how to finish a scarf)

*A laser-cutting machine

*Beads, paints, a full candle-making set, 3 adult coloring books

*3D printer

*Sewing machine with embroidery

“You Probably Have ADHD” – Every Armchair Psychologist Ever

Now, people love to say things like:

“You know… you might have ADHD”

Or:

“You’re so intense. Like, chaotic sunshine but caffeinated. You should really get tested”

And look — I love a diagnosis as much as the next millennial with a Pinterest board titled "therapy but cute", but also...

Maybe I’m just ENTHUSIASTIC. Maybe my brain is just running its own Formula 1 circuit while I’m trying to crochet a hat that accidentally turns into a weird mushroom blob.

Am I easily distracted?

Sure.

Do I hyperfixate and then vanish into a new interest like a magician in a glitter explosion? Absolutely.

But have you met me?

I’ve always been this way — the hyper child, the classroom talker, the dance-around-the-kitchen, opinion-loaded, multi-tasking menace with jazz hands and a glue gun.

Maybe it’s not a syndrome. Maybe I’m just

on a higher, glitter-covered frequency.

My Hobby Graveyard (So Far)

To be fair, I do get a lot of satisfaction out of each new adventure. I mean, I:

Crocheted few bits for my friends

Made 4 macramé wall hanging before my fingers said “no more”

Burned my eyebrows while trying candle-making

Created a custom wooden keychain that says “Please stop talking” (for myself),

and lots of different wooden gifts

Very often I give my creations to people around me. Nowadays it is easy to buy something ready in a store or order something online with delivery the next day. The joy in the eyes of the person I give a gift to, is the greatest reward for me, because they know that I made something special, one of a kind just for that person. I feel the greatest pride in the fact that I am in the process of making hats for premature babies for the hospital. My goal is 100 pieces, I already have about 30 so I hope that for Christmas I will be able to make a donation.

And you know what?

Each hobby has taught me something valuable: That I’m creative, curious, and extremely good at giving up when slightly inconvenienced.

In Conclusion: I’m Not a Mess, I’m Just a Passion Tornado

Some people like to run marathons. Some people stick to one thing forever. I like to dabble, create, obsess, quit, and repeat. That’s my love language.

I may never crochet a full blanket or sell handmade earrings on Etsy, but I’ll absolutely inspire 4 people to try it themselves while I move on to building a home herb wall or learning to beatbox in Norwegian.

And if that is ADHD? Cool. If it’s just my personality? Even cooler. Either way, I’m fabulous.