One time in Greece, we were sitting in the back patio of my aunt’s home, playing guitar, singing, and talking. (Standard evenings in Greece. Don’t hate!) One of my favorite Greek uncles watched then said, “I wish I had of made a hobby,” when watching my husband Rob play guitar (after saying “Why are your songs so depressing?”). You need a hobby. Besides the point that it’s too late to develop a hobby only when your life ends (unless there really is an afterlife), he’s right. In addition to you stream of income, it’s mighty satisfying and minute-passing to cultivate … Keep goin’