No matter how much storage space you have in a home, you always seem to need more. That’s how it is with me, anyway.
I have a basement filled with stored mementoes, sheltering my memories. I have a storage unit filled from floor to roof with more belongings I ran out of space for in the basement.
Then there’s my metal tool box. If everything I owned fit as well as my tools fit in my metal tool box, my life would be so much simpler.
From my dad’s old hammer and ratchet set, to my more modern power tools, every piece has a secure home to be protected and stored in. I can pull those tools out with the upmost of ease. I can place those tools back with equal, easy effort.
Having your tools so well stored, and so accessible, makes doing work with them so much easier. I can’t get over how much my productivity has increased since I purchased my box. I’ve only owned it for a couple of years. It makes me wonder how much more I could have accomplished in life if I had purchased it a few years earlier.
Some of my friends have different styles of toolboxes. They aren’t nearly as satisfied with theirs as I am with mine. I feel sorry for the poor guys. I was there once, too. That was me once, not long ago, with tools scattered here and there, all over the floor of the garage and of the truck. I had tools that I couldn’t find.
My pick-up truck looks at home in my garage. My racing posters look at home in my garage. My tool box looks at home in my garage. We belong together. We’re a team. We do great work, together.