One of the benefits of my on-again-off-again relationship with this project is the time that I have between sessions. Time to noodle things out, to check the work flow in my mind, to work out any foreseeable problems before I start. And to make sure that I don’t run out of studs or fasteners or sheets of plywood. It adds to my efficiency, and it gives me something to think about when I’m making dinner while trying to ignore yet another tiny screening of “Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue.”
But there’s a downside, too. All of this anticipation can lead to some performance anxiety. Will I remember what to do? What if I make a mistake? Do I have the right tools? Should I purchase any other tools to save me some time? How will I make it square? How long will it take? What if it rains, or snows? And so on.
So on the bright day that I finally brought out the saw and laid it atop the stack of floor framing, I was both relieved and anxious. Happy to be finished with all of the site preparations and movement of materials, yet a little nervous about actually getting this thing done.
But I stepped into the space and found that my hands and feet knew where to go. My old tools remembered the way. And we answered our questions as we moved through the work, provided we didn’t rush too fast or attempt to solve problems that might never actually present themselves.
Today has enough trouble of its own, quoth another carpenter, don’t worry about tomorrow.
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