This has been a difficult six months. I had to leave my job in tech suddenly when my MS symptoms flared up. I never thought it would happen to me, but here we are. FMS. But after years of being in software and finance, I found myself with nothing but time and in desperate need of a creative outlet. We had a huge stack of cardboard in the garage from a furniture delivery that I had planned to get rid of. But instead, I started to think about what I could build. While my husband was out of the country on business and my kids were at their grandparents house, I put on some Tupac and stated cutting. The one requirement I had was that it had to come apart and store flat so Michael didn’t panic at the idea of having a new permanent fixture in the family room. I built all the walls and brought in the engineer (my dad) when it was time for assembly. After some adjustments due to my lack of measuring, my first playhouse was standing. The whole process was incredibly therapeutic. My kids lost their minds when they got home and when I showed my husband how it velcros apart, he did not.
In the last few weeks I’ve made a TV, a Macbook, a record player, two cameras and another playhouse complete with a wood-burning stove. Project “Out of Hand” is in full effect. I’m sure some of you have questioned my sanity. I can’t say that I haven’t. But there are people that build and decorate tree houses for a living. How F-ing cool would that be? I don’t know how to use power tools, but I know how to use a box knife. I have no end game with this new venture. But for the first time in a long time, I’m excited about what’s next.