Every garage has one chair that matters more than the others.
It’s not there for comfort exactly. It’s there for timing. It’s where you sit when you’re not ready to leave, but you’re not actively working either.
That chair holds half-finished thoughts. Paused conversations. The moment between deciding what’s next and realizing you don’t have to decide yet.
You don’t sit there long. But you sit there often.
It’s the difference between finishing something and being finished. And January is full of those moments — when stopping feels better than moving on too quickly.
