I retired from medicine (not very relaxing) a few years ago, and now design websites and manage social media accounts for a number of small business clients. This involves a lot of graphic design, video editing/compositing, and photo-manipulation. It allows me to express my artistic side, which medicine never did.
I give my clients much more of my time than they pay for because I love this work, and I’m a perfectionist. It relaxes me. It doesn’t feel like a job at all.
I like woodworking. I’m far from being a pro like the guys that make You Tube videos but it is relaxing to me. Plus it gives me an excuse to buy a new power tool I will only use a few times a year. The only downfall is my wife complaining about the sawdust that accumulates on her car.
I really miss my shop. When we decided to go to apartment living, I sold nearly all of my power tools, both free-standing and handheld. I did keep some of my hand tools (planes and some others), but really have no use for them. They’re in a box in my daughter’s garage.
Nowadays I fuss on the computer and occasionally glance at my Strat sitting in its stand with a fine coat of dust on it. My motivation has gone the way of the callouses on my fingertips. I do still cook, just not as much as I used to.
When things have hit rock bottom, I take down one of Stephen King’s early novels and plow through. Instant catharsis. There’s nothing worse than getting trapped in a school bus full of vampire children.
Take a walk in the woods.
Watch an old movie.
Read
Crossword puzzles
Play Wordle, Quordle & Octordle.
On a warm summer’s day: Adirondak chair with foot stool, a Diet Coke, a bag of chips, and either a book/Kindle, magazines or a crossword puzzle.
Practice piano. When I’m feeling stressed out, practicing in a very particular and focused way is quite meditative. On these occasions I don’t play freely for fun, and I don’t play for Art, whatever that is – instead I focus on a little bit of business, a challenging 8-note passage in the left hand or whatever, and play it over and over (and over) trying to achieve perfection of tone and perfect dynamic control. This can turn into a 20-minute rabbit hole that absolutely resets my mind, completely aside from learning to play better.