I just don’t particularly like it. I don’t get any joy from it at all. It feels like a drag and the hours I put in always feel like double the time.
But once in a while something happens that sparks joy. Like the time a client had purchased a huge bundle of family photos and postcards dating back 50+ years. He asked me to try to find the family they belonged to. He had tried unsuccessfully and wondered if I’d have a better shot.
Sure enough with about an hours worth of research I found them, reached out and secured a (low priced) sale. Everyone was happy.
This week as I was working through a box of collectibles for a client I chanced on an old paper embossing tool. It was probably 50 years old made out of cast iron. Really beautiful piece, but not of any particular value on eBay. I did some research and within a few minutes, contacted the company that it had been made for and secured a sale.
They had never seen it. The owner said he would use it as a desk ornament or paper weight. He was thrilled to have it. Once again, all parties happy.
Truthfully I probably would have just had to donate it to Goodwill. As this particular client has moved and doesn’t want anything back.
So I made an easy $50 and sparked some joy for myself and the buyer.
This ebay thing is easy, I’m not gonna lie. It could be very lucrative if I moved it to a brick and mortar, but ughhhh.
And actually, I did try to secure a storefront location for this business before I settled on colon hydrotherapy. But the hassles of trying to find a location were so many that it made me realize that I truly don’t like the business enough to work that hard for it. But again, if money motivated me I would.
Like I grasp that we need money to survive, but it just doesn’t motivate me very much. I prefer to do something I love or at least like. All the same I’m truly grateful to have this to fall back on right now and I’m even more grateful for moments like these that remind me it isn’t all bad. It’s got its highlights.