I dabble with paints - enjoy acrylics, but paint on demand/command/commission. Rarely do I feel the urge to just paint.
I tried polymer clay and enjoyed it, once I got it conditioned. My hands were sore for days!
I would love to knit and/or crochet, but I'm a lefty and that makes things challenging. (Before anyone recommends it, no, there are no classes in my area...and my brain is too tired after work to try to interpret directions from one of those "dummie" books.)
I sew a bit, but it's limited to a need-to basis. Pillow? check. Skirt? check.
Nothing that just really strikes my passion that I just can't live without on a daily basis...other than reading and writing. Can they be hobbies? I believe my whole spirit would just dry up and blow away if I couldn't read every day. I usually have several books going at one time, some light, some heavy, some just to pass the time. Before my CD player quit in my car, I listened to books on tape during my commute. I'm well and truly addicted. Currently I'm reading:
Writing, well, that is all-togther another story. I evade that craft as much as possible, but it lures me with the siren's call. I'm afraid to put my whole heart into it. I'm afraid it will become all-consuming. If I spent as much time writing as I do evading, perhaps I'd have a stack of novels now. My mind would be a much emptier place (no comments please) and I could actually breathe life to the characters with which I live daily. Maybe one day I'll be brave. November is NaNoWriMo. (That's National Novel Writing Month). I've wanted to do it for years, but have always been too chicken. This year may just be my year!