it's a little weird. ever since I was a kid, I've worked at my father's garage. so for the past 20 years or so, I've worked there off and on. I've never liked going, but for the past few years, I've accepted it as part of my life.
recently, I've been having issues with my hand, it's been increasingly painful to work. last week, I decided that it's been enough. and today, it feels like a sunday. what I would normally do is already done. I can't help but to feel a little restless. what am I going to do with my saturdays? I feel like I can do some things that I haven't done, but I have this nagging feeling that I'm not doing something right.
what have I decided to do with this extra time? well, I don't have any definite plans. I have this urge to have a second job. fixing computers is always an option, photography I'm constantly paranoid that I'll miss that one great shot that I should get, make an mobile app, work on a random project. or just spend time with the wife & dog. who knows. I'll figure something out
Location: former garage
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