At what point does a craft become part of who you are?

Yes. I spent years thinking I was translating books, then one day I noticed I was translating myself — every sentence I couldn't quite carry over became a weight I learned to hold differently. The knives don't tell you they've started doing the sharpening, but the edge knows.

I keep postponing a rehair because this frayed bow knows my pressure better than I do. You know the line's gone when the tool finishes your sentences for you.