I found a small axe in the trash - a hatchet.
The handle was wrong.
Dried out, broken, splintered and loose, the handle was without a use.
The hatchet head?
Corroded, chipped and ugly.
I have an axe to grind.
I love grinding axes.
This hatchet head?
Something to work on.
I sand and file it regularly.
Years of neglect fade with each pass of my sanding block.
And yet? There are pits and cavities where the corrosion persists.
So I grind.
Sure, science could help me shine my steel more quickly.
A caustic chemical could completely clean the clinging corrosion currently.
In this case?
I’m happy to keep grinding.
How foolish eh?
One Derful Thing
Get some sanding paper and a sanding block.
(80 - 100 grit)
Get something that’s painted.
Notice your thoughts as you do.
What are the grinding, repetitive thoughts?
How do they move?
Where else do I grind in my life?
Where is it satisfying?
Where does the pain persist?
When is this project ‘good enough’?
When is it a good idea to give up?
Can you ‘grind away’ a problem from your mind?