My grandfather and father were woodcarvers. It wasn’t their hobby, it was their only
source of income. I grew up helping out
whether I liked it or not. So when I
became an adult I ran away from it as fast as I could. All I saw in it was a lot of work and little
money.
Now that I’m older I’m finding you can’t really run from
it. The yarning to make things and have
a shop of your own seems like the greatest thing ever. Woodshops feel like home and I really feel I
screwed up and lost something. I’m
financially more stable than my father and grandfather were but I’m less rich.
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