When the Fire Goes Out

For years, various hobbies and past-times have functioned as an internal compass for me. They have structured my time and justified me this &ldquo;waste of time&rdquo;. Days have been bent around those. Decisions have been filtered through them. Relationships have been negotiated in their shadow. These sort of past-times haven&rsquo;t been an addition to my life but a more or less the directing…