I recently experienced manfisting.
Manfisting isn’t something that happens in specific areas in cities where dudes who like dudes hang out.
Manfisting is kinda like manifesting, only it’s done by men.
I had a lawn mower issue this summer.
In order to fix it, I disassembled my lawnmower. It’s still in parts with its cylinder head still off of it. If you read my old posts about my approach to piano repair, you’d see that I’m a viking when it comes to taking things apart. When it comes time to put things back together, things take longer than expected.
Taking things apart is easy. Putting the back together gets worse the longer I wait.
This is where the manfisting comes in. Looking at my mower mess I muttered:
Jesus H Christ, I really wish I had a mower that would start.
That was the manfisting incantation that caused a disturbance in the cosmos. Things began moving - including me. I got in my truck and drove around dirt roads.
Manfisting involves driving an old truck around on dirt roads.
By manfisting hard enough, I found a mower, pulled the cord and it started right away.
After loading it into the truck, I turned to the sky and said thanks dude.
Fast forward a month and I’ve decided to cut the grass.
The mower started first pull
There was a problem though.
The issue?
Though it would start, it didn’t continue.
The grass continues to grow.
Manfisting doesn’t work
Neither does manifesting.
Instead?
Make some time and fix the damn mower.
Or better yet, take another step away from interconnected, unnecessary globalism and dig up your lawn. Stop it with the grass.
Grow vegetables instead.
Go beyond what you thought possible
Join me and Jed and Zeke for the Lake Charlotte Mini Epic.
55 kilometers
1 km of climbing.
1 boat ride
And the experience of a lifetime.