tripping over obvious solutions
The answers might be right under your feet
I have a problem.
I love carving wooden spoons.
It’s a good problem to have.
I begin with a piece of firewood, ideally a bit green and unready to burn.
If I’m successful, I have a spoon.
If unsuccessful, I have kindling for next year.
Win / win.
I wanted to make some improvements.
Unsure of what to do I set out shopping.
Those could be useful to cut out the shape.
Build a traditional English shaving horse?
I spent hours clicking links and making comparisons.
Then, I went into my workshop. It was there that the answer became obvious. The answer was so obvious that I tripped over it.
On the floor of my workshop, there’s an old vice that was once part of the workbench in the house. It is a massive, heavy and hard to adjust hunk of iron.
It seemed too big for my current bench. Besides that, there didn’t seem to be a place to attach it.
That old vice of mine never worked properly. The bolts were too long. The clamp was imprecise and didn’t release well.
With nothing to loose, I decided to give it a shot.
Ten minutes later, I was carving working on another spoon. My experience was vastly improved.
We all have different tendencies when we want to make things better. Many of them are remarkably foolish. Me? I frequently start with shopping, scrolling and looking elsewhere. It’s a damn shame that I wasted that time knowing now that the solution was right under my feet the whole time.
How much time do we waste, dreaming of solutions for problems that don’t exist, or, that we already have the tools to solve close by.
I’m not necessarily just talking about stuff to solve issues here.
That vice on the floor just as easily could have been a neglected, underused, skill or aspect of myself sitting there.
What forgotten, cast away, shadowy or neglected parts of yourself do you not use?
What issues that you’re dealing with that might have an easily accessible answer?
The solution may be as new and shiny as a rusted seventy year old vice.
It’s like the old saying goes:
No, there’s nothing wrong. Don’t call the doctor. You ate beets last night.