Working a 9-5 is particularly painful for me.
I have said it a million times that if I were ever so methodical, my spirit would die. Well, it hasn't yet. It might be because there is a light at the end of this tunnel. I am not stuck.
I believe the only thing to be as catastrophically wrong as not doing what you love for work, is to have to choose certain things that you love more than others. My hobbies do not have a ranking. I love them because they're mine and I am at peace when I do them. They are unique and lovely.
I guess this is why I am crafting this idea of life for myself. Because it's not about choosing. It's about creating, admiring, giving, flourishing, and enjoying. I long to defy modern-day-living-gravity by crafting a life that employs all such things.
A garage: a clubhouse.
Plants, warm lighting, tools, ideas, textiles, nature, music, bitter beverages, wide eyes, belly laughs, discovery. Statement words and pieces.
A hidden gem that you want to keep to yourself, yet feel compelled to share with the world. Is that too much to ask?