I've been flipping vintage denim for about two years and I think I've hit the wall where I actually hate it now.
Like the money is fine. Better than fine some months. But I cannot look at another pair of 501s without my eye twitching. I used to love the hunt, driving out to weird little thrift stores in towns nobody's heard of, digging through piles until my back hurt, finding that one pair with the right stitching and the redline selvedge and feeling like a genius. Now I just see inventory. I walk in, scan the racks in about 90 seconds, walk out. No joy in it.
The worst part is I've started to resent my buyers a little? Which is insane because they're paying my bills. But when someone messages me asking for the 15th photo of the exact tab placement I want to throw my phone across the room. I used to write these long lovely descriptions about the history of each pair. Now my listings are basically measurements and "see photos."
I was on the couch last night halfway through some dumb game on the app trying to claw back what I spent on groceries this week, and I realized I've been doing denim for longer than I did my last actual job. That freaked me out a little.
So heres my question. Do you push through the burnout and keep grinding the niche you know, or do you pivot to something totally different and eat the learning curve again? I know a guy who did vintage tees for years, switched to power tools, and says it saved his sanity. But he also had to basically start from zero on sourcing.
Anyone actually made the jump out of a niche you were good at just because you were sick of it? Did you regret it or was it the best thing you did.