I still think about throwing pots. It's not like music, or writing, or painting... But I still think about it. It's tactile. The feel of wet clay slipping through your knuckles as it spins on the wheel, your fingers never forget it. I believe it's analogous to a girl I dated in high school, not one of the great loves of my life, but I have fond memories. But your question was one of time, and for that the answer is "no". I wish I had more time to paint, write music, and do other "creative" things that are stacked in my brain like moist paper (that probably smells like brain.) And a social life... Man, that must be sweet. I can almost remember what that was like.