I've been only working two days a week gallery-sitting for several months now because it has been really slow in our tourist town. I mean REALLY slow. There have been many days with no sales at all. It's also been really cold lately. My already kind-of boring job is even more boring, like I am going-to-lose-my-mind kind-of-bored sitting there seven hours a day. I know in reality that I have all sorts of stuff to be grateful for but I find myself slipping into a funk because of the boredom.
There are only so many fingerless gloves I can knit, only so much doom-scrolling on my phone I can do while sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair. I try to read a book, but my bad wrists can't hold it up for very long. Sometime I take my computer to work to catch up on stuff but I'm not feeling particularly creative these days. I can no longer play my guitar, so that's out. I guess it sounds like I am a little depressed, and I suppose that's true to some extent.
It's funny, all those decades of working my a** off to get to "retirement" and now that is is here, I'm not sure I like it very much. I was talking to my sister last night, who at 68 years old is finally going down to part time work and she feels the same way. What do you DO with all that time?
I know once it gets warmer here I'll have my big yard to fool around in, but spring is sure taking its time coming here into the mountains. I have not been very successful so far in working my way out of this funk I seem to be in...