I’m a 39-year-old professional woman working in corporate America.

But I realize, I don’t do anything. I go to my job, I come home and I sit. I cook dinner (when there’s a meal delivery kit in the fridge). I do some chores. But mostly, I sit. I can tell you about the latest HBO show, or what designer I’m rooting for on “Project Runway.” And often times, wine is my companion on the couch. Always, I do these activities with my iPad nestled in my lap, mindlessly playing a game that has no real winner, but I always lose.

My partner came home recently and told me he was worried and frustrated with what I had become. I used to be ambitious. I used to have dreams. Now, it seems as though I have crossed everything off my to-do list, and I have nothing left I want to accomplish. And, he is right.

He works a full-time job, and then comes home and works more – on his passion project. He’s so good, he’s able to make money doing it when he wants. But to him, that’s not more work. It’s fun. It’s his hobby.

I told myself my job was my hobby. But it’s not; it’s a job. I was in denial. I look at myself in the mirror and see 30 extra pounds staring back at me. I have honestly said, “I don’t like it, but I don’t hate it enough to do something about it.”

Until I had to face the truth. I need more. I need something fulfilling outside of work. We’ve all heard that saying, “on your death bed you’re not going to regret all the hours you didn’t work.”

I know I’m not the only one who hears the couch calling every day.

So, I decided to make a new to-do list. At nearly 40, I’m going in search of new motivation. This is my attempt at finding more fulfillment.

I’m going hobby hunting.