Just spent the last two weeks on vacation (I get a ton of it, and I can only roll-over so much of it), and I spent much of it on small projects around the house (see my 1st three project entries).
Sometime yesterday I figured that I was just ignurnt about vacation-time, which a lot of people use to get away from doing things. Yet, here I was, straightening up the workshop, working on jigs, fixing up kitchen spaces … some people call it work.
So why do I feel rested? I put it down to doing things I wanted to do, and not being rushed to do them. No real deadlines other than the ones I set. And one of those things is working with wood.
So far, everything I’ve built, from flute rack to benches (another project I’ll post soon), are things I’ve either seen and tried to copy the design, or things I’ve designed from scratch. And I like it. I like the feeling of accomplishment, and I don’t get too caught up in the mistakes (router too fast, drill tear-out, finish not quite right).
Then today I finally looked up vacation, and one of the definitions is time spent doing something you don’t normally have time for. Well I did that for two weeks, read books, worked with wood, practiced music.
So maybe I’m not so ignurnt about vacation-time after all.
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