Ode to joy.
I just looked it up.
It basically means a small horse that someone rides because it's fun. Larking about the countryside and such.
Are you familiar with coloring books for adults?
You should be, because I do believe I've mentioned it here. ;)
I myself do puzzles. I admit: hobby. But I am very much a product of my demographics in that I always feel like I have to attach value to everything. So even my puzzle-doing, is justified by need; I need to do it because I need to not do something that has value attached to it; that is its value.
I'm an enormous enthusiast for cosmetics, contemporary and vintage and historical. So much so that I have been working on a novel about it for years - years. For the longest time, in many cultures, female cosmetic adornment was "frowned upon", so of course, instead of being abstained from, it was done in secret. And no one was worse for the wear (except when the white face paint included lead, of course).
If I'm being polemical I take this and thing bring up how women don't need justification to put it on. Which I agree with.
But when I'm sitting at my vanity table, there are no polemics.
I just look over the things that I've collected and arranged, sometimes at the expense of other things (like books, or professional affiliations), and I am just glad to be a human. My own little version of it. Away from my immediate family, away from my intermediate family, not always able to do the celebratory things, the liturgical things, the processional and traditional things that I've come to realize are more important to me than not - I can sit at my vanity and still be of substance, seeing myself (as I often don't), putting on the day, with scent and texture and color. History and contemporary.
So it's not exactly a hobby.
But at the same time, it very much is.
Being is its own value. And it doesn't even care to say so.