For the past few days I’ve been having that strange burning sensation again. You know the one that comes knocking at the door every so often that reminds you that you have a passion about something and that maybe it’s time you got your fat ass back to that passion! Yeah that’s the one I’m talking about.
The other day I found out that one of my employee’s comes from a family that owns a custom wood shop here in town and being able to talk the talk with him opened the door for the itch. You would have thought that the countless magazines and online articles would help subdue the burn but as of late they’re only feeding the frenzy. The tons of idea’s floating in and out of my head are to the point of leaking out my ears. I’m to the point that I’m beginning to eye the less than desirable tools in my parents garage as an outlet until I can once again free my shop from its jail of a storage shed.
If we could just sell our poor house we could get on with life and I could once again find an outlet for this burning discharge. What’s a guy supposed to do?
The other day I found out that one of my employee’s comes from a family that owns a custom wood shop here in town and being able to talk the talk with him opened the door for the itch. You would have thought that the countless magazines and online articles would help subdue the burn but as of late they’re only feeding the frenzy. The tons of idea’s floating in and out of my head are to the point of leaking out my ears. I’m to the point that I’m beginning to eye the less than desirable tools in my parents garage as an outlet until I can once again free my shop from its jail of a storage shed.
If we could just sell our poor house we could get on with life and I could once again find an outlet for this burning discharge. What’s a guy supposed to do?
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