I’ve always enjoyed working with my hands.
When I was a child my most common presents were Legos, Meccano and science kits, all things that challenged both my intellect and my fine motor skills.
I don’t know which came first, but whether my love of working with my hands came from the gifts, or the gifts were because I enjoy working with my hands is not important.
Those days spent building stuff as a child have left me with a lifelong love of handy work, and a tool for dealing with my depression.
It’s been a bad week.
The grey mist descended, and I’ve been hard put to get out from it. Even today (having written yesterday about how it feels like I’m almost through) I was struggling.
Wifey took the boys to a charity event hosted by her employer. I was physically too tired and sore to go, plus the mist was still clinging to me, so I spent the day in that most useless of pursuits, video games.
To be fair, it rained most of the day, so there wasn’t a whole lot I could do anyway, but even then I still wasted it.
Until the skies cleared.
Wifey was home with the boys, and we promised kid 3 a new bike for riding to school. We went and got it, and when we got home, he absolutely had to give it a test drive.
While he was doing this I was finishing swapping out wifey’s winter tires.
Between changing the winters, and fine tuning kid 3’s bike, I spent an hour with my tools, at the end of which I felt much better.
The mist has not lifted, but with the help of a little honest, physical work, I’ve pushed it a little further away.
