The knife that finally stopped fighting me

Sharpened it today with the same waterstone I’ve used since 2018—same pressure, same angle, same ritual. The blade didn’t sing at first. Then, after ten minutes of slow, uneven strokes, it began to glide through a piece of cucumber like it was nothing. Not perfect, but clean. For the first time in months, I didn’t feel like I was wrestling the knife. Just… working with it. The sound of the stone on steel still grates on my nerves, but today it felt like conversation.