Sometimes, you just want to hop in a time machine and revisit when life was all frisky, witty, and bursting with great fashion. Sadly, I don’t have a time machine (but seriously, hit me up if you do). What I do have is a blanket, a computer, and 90 minutes to watch someone else’s life spiral out of control while I laugh, cry, and eat razzels (if you know you know).

The thing is, hobbies aren’t about perfection—they’re about joy, calm and fulfilment. The beauty of a hobby is that it doesn’t need to be anything other than time for yourself. It’s your time to unwind, not another way to measure success.