I spent most of today stripping stain and varnish off a bed frame gifted to me by my aunt. I don't know what I'm doing. I watched a few YouTube videos, called a few experienced friends and borrowed a workspace and an orbital sander from a neighbor. I sent update pics to a few of my fans who cheered me on. I am learning as I go, failing and trying again. It's slow progress, but I am having a wonderful time. You could say that I spent most of my day alone, but it didn't feel li

America loves to overwork. America praises those who worship the grind, pull themselves up by their own bootstraps, and never settle for good enough. I see it every day on billboards, watch it on social media, hear it from talking heads, and feel it in cultural undertones. Sometimes we do it because we want to. Sometimes we do it because we think we have to. I get ahead by my own two hands. I can't stop or else I'll fall behind. If I don't keep working, what will I have? And

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