Hobby is capitalism’s word. It’s a crumb from capitalism’s table. Capitalism is happy that you have a hobby, especially if it can sell you HO-scale train sets to complete it, but that hobby can never be taken as seriously as what capitalism might need from you. (Oh, and that thing capitalism might need from you? Well, design is your passion, so they don’t really need to pay you adequately for that, do they?)
Sadly, capitalism is still with us, and we need to earn. So when you have to clock in, clock in. And when you clock out, clock the fuck out. Take off that stupid watch that sends texts and emails to your wrist. Toss your laptop in the basement. Get behind that drumkit, get in front of that easel, get your ass in the garden, straddle that potter’s wheel, strap on the messenger bag with all your paint cans and nozzles in it, and get the fuck to work.