Get A Hobby You’re Bad At

It’s a humbling experience.

The first time my mom tried to enroll five-year-old me in things that could ostensibly be considered “hobbies” or “extracurricular activities,” I resisted. There was taekwondo at the rec center (I went to, I believe, one class and declined to go back again because there was “too much shouting,” which didn’t interest me); ballet at the dance school in the town over from us (pretty sure I went to one class again before I just knew it wouldn’t be something I’d ever excel in); and swimming lessons (I clung to the diving board and refused to…