Not sure how I conjured the notion of squashing dreams. ........... Or, well, at least try to keep under 500
I guess I (and others here) see what others write through our own eyes. No offense was meant and I hope none was taken.
My bride and sometimes my kids and my friends are always trying to tell me to throw everything of mine out. "Why do you keep all this junk?" "What the heck do you need this for?" "When are you ever gunna need this?" etc etc. Well, I don't see it that way at all. Most of my "junk" is expensive raw materials (bar stock, plate stock, sheet metal, thick pipe, fasteners, tubing, connectors, wire, tie wrap, valves, connectors, and lots of pieces of equipment containing that stuff) that I could never afford to buy new. But nobody around here ever complains when I use that stuff to fix their "junk".......
Then there are all the projects.....
An old plow that just needs a little repair before I sell it or give it away or sprayer that needs some repair.
An invention that needs a little more work or research before I give the idea away to some young guy who needs a good start. (My dumb ideas put a lot of groceries on my family's table over the years.)
A hundred "fun" projects that I do just for the pure enjoyment or the challenge or the education or the dream or even to help someone else find their dream.
Ya, I might wish my shop was a little neater once in a while. But usually I recognize that a neat tidy clean empty shop is someone else's dream, not mine.
As an aside, many years ago I managed the construction and fitup of a fortune 500 office tower. In designing the office space, I learned from Steelcase research that there are two kinds of people: Filers and Pilers. Both are necessary and equally valuable employees. If you try to turn either one into the other you will destroy their productivity and happiness. Instead, give each what they need, get out of their way, and watch them both soar. Pilers need shelves, filers need drawers. Shelves are just as easily hidden as drawers when needed. It was a valuable lesson in life that I never forgot.
When I die, I know that my family will fight over my stuff, or sell it, or drag it to the dump. But I won't know or care what goes where or what they say about it or me when that time comes. I buried my dad, and my wife's dad and a few other guys who were all the same as I am. I love them just as much after I helped clean out their stuff as I did when they helped me collect some of mine. In fact, the memories that were evoked as I cleaned up their stuff were incredible.
If you put me in your will, I'll gladly go to your place with some buddies and happily get rid of anything your family doesn't want to deal with. (Insert huge happy grin here.....)