Confession time: I actually enjoy sharpening. I can't really explain it, but there is something quietly contemplative and satisfying about sharpening a plane iron or a chisel (well, not a 1/4" chisel, or the iron on my Stanley Handyman, that's just plane frustrating).
Yes, it's annoying to interrupt a project to restore an edge, but other than that, I find the honing process oddly enjoyable. Is this some sort of bizarre side trail on the slippery slope?
FYI: I hand sharpen, don't use jigs and in addition to an AlOx coarse/dry stone, I use two whet stones of unknown composition bought at antique stores. I finish up with stropping by leather and polishing compound and then do the old "shave the hairs on your forearm" test. Incidentally, parts of my forearm are startomg to give my wife's freshly shaven legs a run for their money.
I'm still relatively new at this. Will I outgrow this phase, or is therapy in order?