I just put a bid on a #71 router plane on ebay. I have my #4 and #5 within arms reach, as is the POS block plane I bought from Tractor Supply Company that is better than I thought it would be. My Japanese saws are just outside of my reach, as are my chisels. Since my workshop is in a house I’ll be moving to, I have no where else to put them. That’s OK. I like having them nearby. It makes me feel like I’m working toward my goal of being a woodworker.
There is some trepidation though. I’m worried that the project I have outlined will be far more difficult than I expected. That I will be unable to do the work I have envisioned in my head. It’s a real fear for me, one that has a basis in the fact that nothing I have ever tried to do has worked out as I have envisioned it. I’ve been known to have that problem.
There are a couple of differences this time though. My previous projects that didn’t go so well were home improvement/home repairs. I usually bit off more than I could chew, and ultimately had to admit defeat. This time, I may have done the same, but there is no wife to be inconvenienced by the lack of a shower, or a roof missing off the laundry room. At worst, her entertainment center will be delayed a bit. If I get bogged down, I can set the piece aside (figuratively…there’s not enough room to do it literally, depending on the piece), and think about it. I can practice a new technique on scrap wood if I have to until I know WTF I’m doing.
Is there still some fear that I will be a failure at this? Yes. However, that’s irrelevant for me. Fear has been present before every great journey in history. Every great achievement in the history of mankind has had some element of fear. The Wright Brothers, Edison, Erik the Red, Niel Armstrong, John Glenn, etc. All had some element of fear to their work prior to their achievements being realized.
I guess I’m just rambling on here. Without a shop, I can’t exactly go play with wood, so instead I get to ramble on here with you good folks. I hope you don’t mind to much ;)
-- "Give me your poor tools, your tired steel, your huddled masses of rust." Yep, I ripped off the Statue of Liberty. That's how I roll!