I was down in the dumps last week after being told my hours at work are being cut back. For the first time in 30 years, I am considered part-time, not full time; and even though it isn't my fault, I can't help feeling a teeny bit like a failure for some reason. I was moping around Friday trying to figure out whether to go out and find a part-time job or whether to sell some blood or what, and my mother said to me..."You already have another job, you're an artist and a jewelry designer."
Yes, but I never considered it a real job, it was too much fun to be considered a job. It wasn't a hobby, because I am serious about marketing the Etsy shop, but still...could I actually make a living at doing something I love so much? How foreign! You're not supposed to love the job you do, are you? Hee Hee.
Well, I opened up my mind and thought of all the things I could do on the days I don't get paid that I've had to shelve because of a 50+ hour a week career as a real estate and probate paralegal (You didn't think THOSE kind of jobs could go away, did you? Neither did I, frankly.)
I pulled out my "save to do later" sketches and my bead stash and went to work. I made several new designs and reworked a few more and was completely happy with myself for the first time in years. And, don't tell anyone, but I didn't even put on makeup or comb my hair all day! This may work out okay after all.