Last summer I liberated my garage of about half the junk that was out there in an attempt to be able to use some tools and build something. IT... WAS... AMAZING.
I cleared out a space of maybe one hundred fifty square feet. That small space was like a little patch of heaven I could go to and accomplish something without looping into a hoarder rage spiral. I put together a couple of poorly constructed planters, built a speaker box, fixed a friend's guitar amp, worked on about 5 or 6 electronics projects. I was in heaven. I almost didn't even need to go inside the house because the dusty, ugly garage had become such a beautiful place. Prior to last summer I had a 8X6 foot space in the garage to call my own. It was like working in a cubicle, except I had the hypnotizing hum of a clothes dryer on the opposite wall of my cube. Cramped and noisy...YES!!!
It wasn't easy for my wife to stay out of the way, but she did. It caused a bunch of fights and she has some resentment about some of the things I got rid of, but I was up front about what I was doing and the results are still evident. Just typing about it makes me PUMPED!!! She has moved a little bit in Destroyers room, but at this rate it will be June by the time it's done (assuming there is no regression). Still, any progress is progress and I do have hope. Hope is what keeps me engaged.
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