I think this missed the emotional experience of using a tool.

My kitchen knives are decent knives, but no hand-forged Japanese masterpieces. Using them is a joy though, because I have an ingrained understanding of their ergonomics and how they cut.

I remember how clumsily I handled them at first. I take them to a sharpener regularly.

That experience of built-up familiarity puts me into a state of mind where I feel competent and joyful.

This is also true for my mechanical keyboard and some reference books I keep around my desk.

They are not necessarily the best possible tools, but they’re gateways to who I am at my best in different disciplines.