Hard heads...

It took me many years of throwing a fit when I couldn't find a tool, especially when I just had it in my hand. Now days I look, don't find it, grab another out of the tool box, And sure enough, later on I will find the original and think, that's right I remember putting it here or there. But I am a slooooooooooow study, took years to attain this state of Zen. AAAAMMMMM, AAAMMMM.

For me, the fit throwing wasn't about tools, it was about something not cooperating. The drywall in the garage looked like a porcupine from all the screwdrivers thrown into it.

Then I realized that an inanimate object couldn't outthink me. Step back, grab a smoke, get a cup of coffee, crank the radio... Breathe! Then it would all fall into place.