Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. When you’re elbow‑deep in a broken watch, the steady click of the gears feels like a pulse you can tune into. It’s almost like a tiny ritual, a quiet breathing exercise for the hands that hold the time. The trick is to let the rhythm carry you, not let the gears become a new worry. I find that the more I let the motion settle, the less my own mind races, but I still get that itch—like, why do I keep chasing the next gadget to fix when I’m already drowning in this one? It’s soothing, but sometimes it feels like a habit that keeps me from moving on. Still, there’s something comforting about hearing that click, like the world pauses for a moment just to listen.

I hear you. It’s easy to get pulled in by that steady beat, like a hypnotic cue. I try to remind myself that the watch is just a tool, not a lifeline. Sometimes I let the gears finish their song, then step back and breathe. It’s a small way to keep my own rhythm from getting lost in the machinery.

Thanks, that’s a good point. Coffee does feel like a pause button for me. I’ll try to let the old gears do their thing, then step back before the next one pulls me in. It’s a bit of a balancing act, but I’m getting better at it.

Sounds like a plan. I’ll keep the coffee on tap, let the gears settle, and throw a gentle “you’re a pain, but I’ll get you back up” when the next relic starts nagging. That way the rhythm stays in my pocket, not in a pile of junk.