Before I became a parent a few years ago I was similarly pulled in so many directions (and as jim-jim-jim says, they interrelate). I willingly let go of numerou

Before I became a parent a few years ago I was similarly pulled in so many directions (and as jim-jim-jim says, they interrelate). I willingly let go of numerous specific hobbies in favor of some general ones (I like target practice, so now I throw rocks, or, at most complicated, bouncy balls into a parabolic dish). I don’t miss what I’ve left behind, and I accept that I’ll leave it all behind eventually. I know the feeling of mastery from bicycling as transportation since I was ten; if you haven’t put in the time to where something feels so natural and joyous, I recommend it, at least to help you decide if you want to bring up another skill to that level. And, it’s okay to keep exploring; you’ll be a master at starting things and could be of significant help to other explorers. If I experience any fear of missing out, it’s with books. “Learning” is one general category of hobby I kept, mostly through books. … Perhaps the best advice I’d give is to accept that your life is finite and to practice equanimity (perhaps you already do, in which case I’m a stone you’re already stepping). Good luck on your quest!