I had thought that I might learn about myself, or experience personal growth, or achieve something worthwhile--anything, please--in doing this project.
Well.
I guess what's happening is: I'm confirming a few things. One of these is: I don't value a fastidious work environment.
The clutter is annoying. It gets in the way of nearly every task. Yet I cannot bring myself to clean it up at the end of each work session (or the beginning of the next) in the shop. Why is this? What gene do I lack? Is there any way I can blame this on a difficult childhood, or -- wait, I know, it's some politician's fault!
No, it's just me. I want so much to make visible progress that I won't take the time to clean up the work area, even when I know it would help me progress more quickly if I did.
Anyone want to know what my desk looks like in the office where I earn all my boat-building money? I think you can guess.
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