Dumb Pride

Have you ever been driving somewhere searching for a location, 100% sure you know where it's at but can't for the life of you find it? Then, once you've sucked up your pride you call the place you're trying to find to get directions, listen half-heartedly, act as though what you're hearing makes perfect sense and you'll make it no problem. The only problem is that you really weren't listening at all. You kept on agreeing to not appear like an idiot. But...you are. Thinking you know the directions, you take off once again in search of your destination, but the more you drive, the more things look unfamiliar, and the higher the temperature seems inside your vehicle. You turn on the air, try to not sound even more stupid when you call this time, and actually listen to the directions given on the other end.

After turning around 374 times, cussing like a sailor, having irregular body temperatures, and feeling like everyone on the road actually knows how much you've screwed up and what's running through your mind, you make it to where you were trying to find 45 minutes ago. Probably ought to pay attention and maybe even make use of your education with a pen and paper to actually write something down. And if I'm not mistaken that's nearly the same advice I gave my son last night in regards to figuring out the amount of days between now and Christmas. "That's why you're learning math" I tell him, "For you to make practical use of sometime". And that's exactly the precise moment I realize I could have actually used nearby resources to take notes. That's what they're for, memory backups.

With all of that said an done I did come home with just a hair over 100 board feet of beautiful hickory. I'm excited to get the sawdust flying. With a little bit of luck from Father Time I hope to turn these pieces of wood into a rustic dining table no later than the 23rd of December. Sleep is over-rated...it'll be done. And now with a couple new techniques and tools this table is going to turn out amazing...I just have a good feeling about it. There's a pair of oak cabinet doors having glass cut to fit them as we speak, and I hope a lacewood handled knife has made it's way to Wasilla, Alaska by now.

Hickory in the shop, tools set up to rock and roll, toons crankin' and a deadline approaching rapidly...time to fire it up. No doubt I'm with Dustin. Procrastination certainly does suck, but it's the pressure you thrive on and the results that pressure brings which forces you to accomplish your goals. I know it's not readily understood, it's just the way a few of us work.