Myfreeproject //top\\ -

My boss thinks I'm building a bike to sell. My girlfriend thinks it's a midlife crisis. My neighbor thinks it's an eyesore.

It's about the person you become while you're building it. myfreeproject

I turned the key. The headlight flickered on, cutting a soft yellow path through the rain. My boss thinks I'm building a bike to sell

But they don't know that last Tuesday, when the anxiety got so bad I couldn't breathe, I spent an hour just polishing the engine casing. The repetitive motion, the smell of metal and polish—it brought me back. myfreeproject