My workbench is a mess of components, wires, and tools I should really have put back weeks ago. In the shelves above and below I have loads of random components, from microwave transformers to motors to half a CRT TV and a coffee grinder that I somehow decided would someday be useful. I like to experiment, and always have another overcomplicated idea that I should really have put a little more effort into working out if I could pull it off before spending the next month building it (soon my railgun, soon). I usually tend towards biting off more than I can chew, but hell, it hasn’t stopped me yet right? A couple of the more elaborate things I’m working on right now is an induction furnace that can adjust the frequency and voltage of its heating coil to suit whatever it’s melting, and a racing car simulator built out of an old car. But really, when the little writing prompt asks what my goals and aspirations are, that’s really it, isn’t it? The next project? That next big thing that everyone’s going to get annoyed about because you didn’t clean up the last big thing? I like to think big. I also like to think that I can do something in way less time than I actually can, which is why, looking past my messy bench, I’m trying to build myself, a whole workshop, piece by piece, that can do it all for me, just like that *snaps fingers*. That’s my dream, a place where I can make what I want when I want it, forfeiting my time to do everything that shouldn’t be done ‘on the cheap.' Just like many of my projects, my bench is a mess, hell, a pigsty, but you know what? I’m proud of it. Because as much as I’ll probably never find those side cutters ever again, if your bench isn’t a little messy, it’s because you haven’t been doing anything, right? So I’ll be straight with you, my workbench is a mess, but you know what? I don’t care.


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