when building day becomes f–k this sh-t

waste redefined

My morning went so smooth.
I plowed through my errands and ended up back home by 1pm with all the materials for my workbench.

building day

I ate some lunch and shortly after, my body said ‘let’s take a breather. let’s think for a second.’ I reluctantly obliged. I laid down for a quick twenty minutes before I had enough. I was ready to get to it. I had set this time aside for building and so no matter what, I had to build.

That was probably my first, most obvious mistake: ignoring my body.
That decision was followed by a series of setbacks.

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