|Workshop by FeralVermonter||posted 566 days ago||862 reads||0 times favorited||2 comments|
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Not sure whether or not to wax philosophic, but on the other hand, it’s probably better to share my thoughts here than to further burden my long-suffering, terribly supportive wife with my shop babble… (it’s extraordinary the support she’s offered me in this period, but she doesn’t know anything about tools or shops or making things. She doesn’t really care, either, beyond the fact that it makes me very happy…) So, dear reader, forge on at your peril…
Why am I setting up shop? Put simply, it’s because I finally want to learn how to actually make the things I can see in my imagination. Turned 31 last year, so I’ve been asking myself how I’d like to spend the next thirty or so years, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I would like to be a builder, a maker. Also, last year I got married, to a very hippie woman, and she’s given me the wonderful gift of reintroducing me to the idea of following my dreams, and striking my own path in the world. They say you gotta be prepared to work hard, and not make a lot of money, if you want to follow your dreams… but heck, I’ve been working hard, yet never making enough money the whole time! Might as well be following the dream, right?
I try to be a silver-lining sorta guy. It makes life easier. Makes it better. If you can see the silver lining… well, then you get favorable outcomes more often, you “win” more of the time. So when I find myself unemployed (as has happened all too often, these last few tough years) or even just with some spare time on my hands, I try to see it as an opportunity: I clean the house really well, catch up on the news, catch up on all those long-delayed chores, cook elaborate meals for my wife that take hours to prepare… and I always make a point of learning something new. It’s a heady sort of freedom, a very nice way to spend your time. It’s not school: you have nothing to prove to anyone, you can do it any way you like, at any pace.
So I’ve been itching to make things, and have recently found myself unemployed again. Hence, the shop. It’s made almost entirely out of salvaged junk: I started with just a handful of working tools (hammer, power drill, skill saw) and the junk of decades accumulated in the barn. It’s been bootstraps all the way, ever since, which has been frustrating, I admit… but very educational too. Essentially, I spent time and thought rather than money. Which is why I love it: it’s pretty much all silver lining in here.