When I Quit gigging full-time around 10 years ago, along with some other life changes, I looked around and pondered a question my Dr. asked me that I answered with a blank stare: He asked 'what do you do for fun?' and it was as if he asked me a question about particle physics . . . . I had no clue WHAT fun was.
So I rediscovered (and made the change over from film) photography, bought several Fujifilm X cameras, and had a ball. My dad had been a wedding photog and I learned from him, and had largely forgot about it for some 20-odd years.
I'm an expat Texan living in Tennessee, and looked around Nashville and realized that while we are drowning in restuarants (even several Ethiopian, Paula !), nobody cooked my childhood favorites. I learned to smoke brisket. I mastered my mother's pasta sauce. Learned to make my own chili (got to have Mexene chili powder and sadly, I DO like beans in mine), and other things. Where I come from, lots of men cook very well, not just grilling, so it was right in my wheelhouse. A local flea market fave wound up with tons of great cookbooks (I got a mint JOY OF COOKING for 2 bucks!) and that really spurred it. And there's a great organic / Amish market right up the street, so off I went.
(P.S. A tip for other cookbook freaks: IF you're like me and prefer to do more scratch cooking than using some pre-made items, look for 50's and 60's cookbooks: No microwaves, no frozen pie crusts, no off-the-shelf broth. June Cleaver and Betty Crocker back then made everything from scratch, and these cookbook recipes can be gems if you want do ALL of it yourself.)
Then I studied, took my school and got my license, and started riding motorcycles. I loved bicycling as a kid, and this is better: I don't have to pedal it !
And I've always loved firearms, and I occasionally get to ease out in the country and burn up a few pounds of .22's while exterminating tin cans and Necco wafers. Neccos are the ultimate target for .22's: About the size of a quarter, they go POOF! when you hit them, and as they're basically all sugar, the rain or the insects clean up after you. Brilliant ! And I sleep real well with Pete the Beretta in the nightstand. I was not raised by a hunter, so I don't have that blood instinct, but I have ZERO problems with responsible hunting and eating everything you shoot. I agree with Uncle Ted, you can't get any more organic than that.
It was, after all those years of sleeping with a bass and being consumed by it all, to do things that have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING with music, instruments, musicians, clubs, and on and on. Very cleansing, and I REALLY needed it. Was an accomplishment that was satisfying to realize a different life away from all that.