Remember that time I made that post about how bad I am at blogging? Yeah, me too, it was like 3 years ago. Fun fact: Right around the time I made that post I started a new job at a bookstore working 5am receiving shifts. This meant my life for the last 3 years was going to bed around 8pm and waking up around 3:30am. For 3 years. I wanted to be creative, but I was just always so tired. I made a few things here and there, but usually only when I went to crops, and even then I mostly socialized. I had no real social life, but I LOVED my job. Even tried reviewing books, as you saw.
At the beginning of 2020 I was determined for a fresh start, to take better care of myself, and focus on my health. I even joined a gym you guys. A GYM. I ended up enjoying it. I would go after work or on my days off since I was already awake so early- I went at 5 am when they opened. I was about a month in and 15 lbs down when everything went crazy.
There was new cleaning and social distancing protocols at my work, then temporary layoffs. I was off work for 112 days. When I came back, the company had decided to remove my position (I was a supervisor before shut down), and so I went back to being regular staff in a crazy new world of doing receiving with cleaning everything I touched, social distancing and wearing a mask. Working in receiving while wearing a mask is basically the equivalent of a strenuous workout in a mask. It’s hot and sweaty and at times felt suffocating. Don’t get me wrong, I am 100% FOR face masks. I just have a newfound sympathy for anyone who has to wear them while doing any type physical exertion.
I went from basically being a potato for 4 months to working 8 hours shifts right away. As you may or may not know I injured my knee at work about a year and a half ago, and though it hardly bothered me while I was off, I could barely walk by the time I got home from work every day. J and I talked it over and we decided that I would give my notice. It was heartbreaking to me. I loved my job and my store so much, but I couldn’t deal with the pain anymore.
So here I am. Unemployed during a global pandemic. My last shift was 2 months ago, and I am just now slowly starting to get myself into a new routine. I have decided to put all my efforts into making my little craft dream an actual business. I am going to make Etsy my job. Even typing that makes me laugh at myself: ‘Okay, so you quit your favourite job during a global pandemic to start an Etsy store?’ It sounds INSANE. It really does, like I am even embarrassed to say it to people out loud because of how insane it sounds.
I have been spending my time streaming Golden Girls (THANK YOU Prime!!) and reorganizing my craft room so I can see what supplies I have amassed these last few years. I went to my first Covid-era crop at the beginning of October (it was rescheduled from the spring), and I actually made cards! I think I am finally on the right track, but I tell ya, it’s not easy ‘being your own boss’. I still have days that I absolutely regret my decision, but my knee feels so much better and my house is not a constant disaster area so there’s that.
Anywho, if you made it this far: I APPLAUD YOU. Thank you for still caring about what I do, and please consider sticking around. I have lots of things to make and projects to share… maybe even a book review ha ha 🙂