It's funny how something so silly can be so important to me. Since Hurricane Irma's visit I've been without my wood shop just thinking about different projects I wanted to tackle as soon as Hurricane season was over. As you can imagine my small shed became storage for almost everything in our backyard, and just thinking about the work of putting everything back to normal made me postpone the task.
But something happened last week that made it more stressful than I would like to admit, and I simply needed to have my creative space back. Its interesting how this tiny shed at the end of my garden has become the most effective therapy for my soul. Spending hours building guitars not only has given me a way to make some extra money doing something I enjoy, but the perfect escape mechanism when anxiety tries to barge in.
I do however, find it very interesting that I became one of those men who need a hobby to retain his sanity, but I'm comforted by the fact that there are many of us out there who like to build these metaphorical caves where our worries get drowned by the noise of our tools.
I'm beat, so I'll sign off for now, hoping everyone had a productive and pleasant Monday...
