Let's face it.
Half a freakin' century. A century is a really long time.
So this weekend when I began a new demo/remodel project in the basement, I not only quickly realized I was in over my head - I got weepy about it.
Luckily... being 50 has the added advantage of being able to afford professional help in such matters.
My choices would be - a therapist to help me work through my issues, a doctor to prescribe some sort of hormonal replacement, or a handyman to do the job I am clearly too old to do.
I bucked up and hired the handyman.
My workshop...before the makeover (yes. its that messy... can you believe this is in MY house)