Sometimes I wake up and look at the piles of stuff I have to do. And the piles of stuff I should do, which is infinitely scarier.
And then I open an order from a supplier, and I see the handwritten numbers on the bags, and I think...I wish I were the one doing that. I wish to be a cog in some great machine, stamping out my gears one at a time, doing something repetitive and mind-freeing. No great decisions to be made. No pathway to negotiate.
It's only a fleeting thought, and not one I think I would pursue, but still, it pops up from time to time and makes me wish I were behind the lead dog, simply pulling, instead of the lead dog with none behind her, slipping down a trail I don't quite understand and can't see far enough ahead to judge where to go.
Then again, it is a little exhilarating. And the view is nice.
This is where I talk about the process of creating jewelry, and the fun (and folly!) of selling beads.
2 comments:
I think these thoughts very frequently, even when my business is doing well. I wonder why I can't want and need to do things that are easier.
But honestly, I don't think I could be happy doing those things. It's not in my nature.
It is scary but in the end, very rewarding.
I genuinely like selling. I love the challenge of the market. I would like to do more creative things, but in the end, if I spend weeks sorting beads into little bags for sale, it's still fun and rewarding somehow.
But then I have those days where I just wish I could have weekends off, and sick days, and you know all of those thoughts and more--and boy do I wish I were just a little gear in the works.
:) Thanks for thie comment!
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