There’s something very peaceful to me about being in a workshop. And it’s not because you get to use power tools and whack things with a hammer (though those things are indeed therapeutic as well).
Maybe it’s because we live in a broken society, and it’s nice to be in an environment where things can, and are meant to be, fixed instead of thrown away.
Maybe it’s because we live in a store bought society, where everything is available at the click of a button and the swipe of a credit card. But money can’t buy the satisfaction and character of something you did yourself.
Maybe it’s because we live in a society that strives for perfection. And while it is true that there will always be those who seem to be better at it than you are, it doesn’t mean that your works are without function and without purpose.
Worst case scenario…if you totally trash whatever you are working on, it can still serve some use. Even if it’s to make a bonfire to roast s’mores on, or sit around with your favorite people and make the coolest thing of all:. Memories.
Have a good day, all.
P.S. – Seriously, no harmful paint fumes we’re inhaled while writing this post. Only the good ones.