This weekend I furycleaned my workshop and spent quality time with a pickaxe. My coping mechanism for rage is cleaning and starting new projects that I don't have time for.

I guess my Japanese garden fantasy is going to be a reality. I tore into the mountain and started leveling the ground, began hauling massive rocks down the hill. There's no turning back.

Also while cleaning I found a moveable type stamp, arranged the letters, tested it on scrap paper, and this masterpiece was born. Honestly, more cathartic than the pickaxe.

Today, I am zen AF

✌️☮️🧡