The amount of things that make me feel bad about myself is astounding. The littlest word can send my day spiraling. I’ve been having a hard time finding things to post (have you noticed?) partly because things have been busy, but also partly because I haven’t been able to make time to take a worthwhile picture. Anyway, maybe this is an overshare, but the first time I was really depressed the thing that finally got me out of it was woodworking. So yesterday, even though I very much thought about going straight home from work, I went to the wood shop. I’m very lucky to be surrounded by people who are positive, send me pics of hamsters, hug me, and teach me things when I’m blue. I went to the wood shop and practiced turning. I made two funky little shapes, they’re not perfect, the photo isn’t great, but I tried something new and today I feel a lot better.