I have been working at a stressful job for the last 2 1/2 years, a job that is about to come to an end. (The contract is ending.) I’m happy. TOO happy for a person who’s about to be unemployed. Blissful.
I have absolutely no plans for what happens next, and this makes my smile even wider. I’ve scanned the job listings, found a few things I could definitely do. I’ve had a few phone calls from people interested in hiring me for the same type of work as what I’ve been doing. But I don’t want to do that anymore, and I don’t give even a single solitary shit. I can almost see my peaceful aura shimmering a little brighter around me each time I say “no thanks” and hang up the phone.
I would be perfectly happy to just sit and think zero thoughts for at least a month. But it turns out I have the opportunity to do something I enjoy without getting paid for it. That sounds like my kind of gig. I’m moving my art studio to a new locale – a bunch of us are turning an old commercial space into an arts center with studios and two galleries. So I get to spend time lovingly fixing up my space and making art in there.
And the best part: It’s a former dental office/lab with all kinds of awesome shelves, counters, and drawers in that lovely mint-green color you only find in places where you’re probably about to get murdered.
Awesome, right?!? Not only is that an enviable amount of built-in storage, but also the drawers have peeling labels that say “Bunsen burners” and “tubing.”
Bonus: The drawer labeled “Tubing” actually contains tubing! (no Bunsen burners, though.)
I’m tempted to leave it exactly like this, but I think I’ll be happier with a thorough cleaning and some new paint on the walls in a less creepy color.
I don’t have any brilliant ideas for my next art project yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to involve tubing.