The owner of Northside Health & Fitness Center where I work called in sick this week; the manager is out of town due to a family illness. The upshot was that they requested I help fill in with shifts. So I ended up working six days this week - a total of 37 hours... By the sixth day I was exhausted. I was grumpy. I was tired. And I didn't want to see the gym again - even to work out. So my sympathy goes out to all you who regularly work 40 plus hours/week. Yes, I definitely have become spoiled and am used to my free time and mostly stress-free life. Of course I do have stress - but it is self-generated by my own worries and occasional obsessive thinking. I didn't have much time to write, actually, none. Luckily I had written something earlier that I could bring to class on Thursday am.
And so I am grateful for my ability to work only parttime and have the luxury of the extra hours to pursue artistic endeavors. Of course there are tradeoffs. I haven't bought any new clothes for months, I don't own my own house and I rarely go out to eat. And a big chunk of my salary goes towards health insurance. And I wouldn't trade it for the world. I would rather have less material things and more freedom. Time is money, as they say. And if I look at it in that regard I am well paid indeed.
And I am discovering some new ways to generate income - one of which is doing Tarot readings. I did my first this week and charged for it. I am also charging for Reiki treatments and am currently knitting an adult size fisherman knit sweater. There's a Memorial Day craft fair at Kit Carson Park that I plan to sign up for to sell my knitted creations.
This next week only one extra shift scheduled.... Now to more writing.
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