How do I deal with running the shop instead of doing the precision work I love?

Your hands were made for tight tolerances, the kind of work where a thousandth of an inch matters. Now you run jobs, people, and deadlines, and that quiet precision is somebody else's bench. Grieving it makes sense. That skill was who you were. But the shop runs on judgment like yours. You know when a job is right and when it is being rushed. You protect the standard for every part that leaves the door, not just the ones you cut. That is precision of another kind. Keep a job on your own bench when you can. Cut something yourself now and then. It keeps your hands honest and shows your people the bar you expect. The craft does not have to die because you got the title.