I've come full circle in life, or at the very least, never ventured far from my favourite direction. Look up escapism and you may get it.
Outdoor activities have been a good way to "get away from it all", but I've lost interest in winter stuff and day hikes. Cycling remains my first and favourite mode of "transport". But nowadays they're all about fresh air daydreaming, exercise just happens. Picnic rides I call them, sometimes plugged in to ear bud music (only on traffic-free trails). This 2-wheeled escapism has nearly become a lifestyle, ha ha.
Gardening and DIY is more about setting the domestic scene for continued staycation enjoyment rather than self-therapeutic stuff.
The backyard English cottage/native plant garden is a great escape. And it's never done. Not sure if that's a bad thing.
Canoe tripping (more canoe camping these days) likewise is all about getting away and not so much the spills n' thrills anymore.
Indoors is all about reading, writing (scribbles), and their illustrations (more scribbles). (Apologies to Kenneth Grahame and Arthur Rackham).
My dabbles with the cooking world in our modest kitchen is an immersion into another universe. Rustic Italian, French bistro, East Indian...
I check in with the boss (she hasn't retired yet). Masoor dal? Spaghetti all' Arrabbiata ? Steak frites? Maybe play it safe. Beans on toast.
The flow of big family life keeps me happily in midstream, awash in loving connections, but I also love escaping to the quiet eddies.