Man, so April rolled around, right? And I usually don’t bother with horoscopes much, but I saw this one from Susan Miller, the Pisces April bit, floating around online. My feed just kept shoving it in my face, you know? And honestly, I was feeling a bit… stuck. Like, just in a rut. So, I figured, why not give it a shot, not like literally follow it word for word, but more like, see if it could kickstart something in me. It talked a lot about focusing on your home base, decluttering, making space for new energy, that kind of jazz. And my garage? Oh, my garage was the absolute opposite of new energy. It was a black hole of old tools, dusty boxes, and forgotten projects.
So, I thought, okay, Susan, you wanna talk about home and new energy? Let’s tackle the beast. My big idea was to finally, for real, clean out the garage and carve out a small, dedicated spot for my woodworking hobby. I’ve always wanted a proper workbench, not just shoving stuff around on the floor. That was my mission for April, inspired by whatever stars were aligned for Pisces that month. I didn’t just read it and forget it; I wrote it down. My goal: Garage organized, workbench built, and a few small projects actually started in that new space.
The Pre-Game Mess
First thing I did, the very first day of April, was just walk into that garage and stare. I needed to wrap my head around the sheer volume of junk. I grabbed a pen and a crumpled piece of paper and just started scribbling down categories. Trash. Keep. Donate. Sell. It looked like a kindergarten drawing, but it was my battle plan. I also drew a rough sketch of where I wanted the workbench to go, measuring out a small corner that always got ignored. I pulled out my old tape measure, dusted it off, and got some actual dimensions. I decided I’d hit up the local hardware store for some basic lumber and a few shelves later that week.
Diving In, Headfirst
The next weekend, man, I just jumped in. I pulled everything out of that corner first, every single thing. And let me tell you, the amount of spiderwebs and actual dirt I found was just insane. I literally filled three big trash bags with just pure garbage – empty paint cans, broken bits of this and that, rusted screws. I hauled it all to the curb. Then I grabbed the broom and just started sweeping like a maniac. Dust clouds everywhere, I tell ya. I got it as clean as I possibly could for a garage. That felt good, actually. Really good. I wrote “Garage Corner Cleared & Cleaned!” in my little notebook with a big checkmark.
Mid-month, I hit the hardware store. Grabbed some two-by-fours, a sheet of plywood for the workbench top, and some basic brackets. I dragged it all home in my beat-up truck. That afternoon, I started cutting. My old circular saw got a workout. I measured, I cut, I measured again, I cut again. There were a few crooked cuts, sure, but nothing a good sander couldn’t smooth out. I used my drill to put the frame together. It was wobbly at first, and I got frustrated, nearly chucked a hammer across the garage, but I kept at it. Eventually, I got it squared up and sturdy. Screwed on the plywood top. It wasn’t perfect, but it was mine. I wrote “Workbench Built!” in my notebook.
Adding the Finer Touches and Actual Work
The next week was all about organization. I started sorting the “keep” pile. All my hand tools went into an old toolbox I found. Power tools got their own shelf above the new workbench. I actually built a small shelf unit with some leftover wood for paints and finishes. It wasn’t much, but it was a system. I bought some cheap plastic bins for nails and screws, labeling them with a sharpie. I even found a small magnet strip to hang frequently used wrenches. It was slowly starting to look like an actual workspace.
Toward the end of April, I finally felt like I could actually do something in there. My very first project in the new space was just building a simple wooden box for my son’s toys. It wasn’t fancy, just some pine boards glued and screwed together. But it was the act of doing it in my new, organized space that really hit different. I put on some music, cleared my mind, and just worked with my hands. It was peaceful. I logged it in my notebook: “First Project: Toy Box (New Workspace FTW!)”. I even started sanding and staining a small cutting board I’d had half-finished for months.
When the month finally closed out, I looked around. The garage wasn’t pristine, but it was a million times better. That one corner? It was dedicated, organized, and I had actually made things in it. I went back to my notebook, looked at my crazy scribbles from the beginning of the month, and then at all my checkmarks. It felt pretty good, honestly. Susan Miller’s horoscope might have just been words, but it pushed me to do something tangible. My records showed three trash runs, one workbench built, two shelves installed, and two small projects started and one finished. It was less about the stars, and more about just getting off my ass and making a change.
