It’s strange to have a hobby and passion that is only indulged occasionally.
I definitely think about video games every day. Especially this summer, what the the SixTAY Days challenge. I check Kotaku probably 3-4 times a day, and Polygon maybe once. There’s always an article or a video or a Boss Fight Book that crosses my mind at some point on the average day.
Yet when it comes to the actual playing of the games, I’m inconsistent. It’s not that I don’t want to. Last night we came home from seeing Ant-Man and The Wasp and I was really craving a little Symphony of the Night right before heading off to bed. Instead I ordered 47 mason jars online and then fell asleep. Priorities!
Obviously life comes crashing in when your best-laid plans have been set out. You can try to set aside time for a hobby, only to see that time disintegrate right before your eyes. The only way to really start doing a thing is to start doing the thing; anything else is just distraction.
I try to be mindful when I play video games. Instead of shutting my brain off and playing, I do the opposite. What can I do to make the playing of this game more beneficial? Is it for the show that I work on? Is it because I’m revisiting a classic with a more critical eye? Do I want to indulge in nostalgia and feel some warm fuzzies?
This can sometimes hamper me because instead of pressing the power button, I’ll wait for the “right moment” to start playing. For inspiration to strike. It’s just like reading or writing: start doing it.
This is a roundabout way of saying that I never got around to playing games this weekend. I’m mildly disappointed in myself, but not upset about it. At least I didn’t actively delete any save files or do anything overtly destructive to my gaming habit.