The way adulthood is defined here, as in not having hobbies or personal time, strikes me as strange. I disagree with it - but I’d like to hear what people think

The way adulthood is defined here, as in not having hobbies or personal time, strikes me as strange. I disagree with it - but I’d like to hear what people think of as adulthood. I suppose I’m an outlier (aren’t we all) but most things I have to do, I like to do them. My job is an extension of an immensely satisfying and enriching hobby. If something breaks, it’s interesting to attempt to fix it. Having a choice AND not having one are both, to me, liberating in a sense. I’m a hands on person when I can be. The things I don’t like to do I often give them to family members or friends who do like to do them. Is there an air of petulance over needing to do things from time to time? Sure, but that’s normal. Perhaps it’s to do with facing death, or seeing close friends and family pass away, or relinquishing a part of your time and energy to your kids, or seeing people change for the worse over time. But if this is what adulthood is, then whoever thinks so has not even begun to question what life is all about. But this is a sliver of contemplation, it is not a be all end all to things.