The days were long, the pace was fast, tempers raged, workers quit, but in the end a pole barn was birthed. I apologize for my recent hiatus in the blogging scene; especially right after I vowed to consistently write twice a week. I hope you can forgive me, as I am learning as I go and trying to construct this thing amidst the world around me. Being the man I am with an infinite amount of dreams, goals, and aspirations I have a tendency to put forth all my attention into one thing at a time, and occasionally forget to put effort into my other dream filled baskets. With that said, I believe life is incremental and we are never more than a step and decision away from getting back on track in our own lives. So here I am, back with you and excited to tell you about my past week; which was full of climbing rafters, pounding nails, and an insightful 50 hours of real life education.
Prior to this past week I had essentially zero building experience. To give you an example, I thought the triangular shaped beams that we were hanging to build the roof of the pole barn were called “troughs.” It wasn’t until later in the week and my brother-in-law nearly dying of laughter that I realized it was actually called a “truss,” and not a “trough.” The examples proving my inexperience in the carpentry and building realm of life are too many to count, but that’s okay; it’s relative to anything in life we have no experience with. Mastery and progress take time. So rather than beat myself up for lacking knowledge in this trade I chose to pat myself on the back and take residency in the thought of new experiences tried, insight gained, and a foundation to build off.
It is a goal of mine to build and construct my own home one day. I want to be a fully sustainable man; meaning, I have the knowledge and ability to fix or overcome any obstacle that is set in front of myself, or my family. I want to build my house and build the life around me. However, like I said I know very little about building and have a long way to go before I feel confident in being able to construct my own home. But that’s okay as well! I believe as long as I keep putting myself in positions and opportunities to learn, then one day I will be able to reap the benefits of the life I’ve sown.
It was extremely rewarding to help on this project. I was lucky enough to find a local guy to allow me to work for him. And I’m not going to lie, I’m glad I was able to work with the guy I was able to work with because although I only gained a finite amount of knowledge in terms of the trade, I was able to see a man doing his job with the utmost passion, and attention to detail toward his work. If we did something wrong we had to tear it apart and do it over. Now this type of mindset isn’t a favorable one in the construction world where you’re working and doing hard labor in the hot sun for 10 hours of the day, but it is one I totally respect. Especially in the world we live in today where most everything is cheaply made and quickly constructed, all in hopes of making a quick buck. But for what? We live in a world where making money is valued more than our own handiwork. I have to admit that I feel like it’s backwards logic, but that’s a rant for another day. The point is it was refreshing to see someone take so much pride in their work.
So after a week of cutting boards, swinging hammers, driving the sky track, and getting my first taste of a sunburn I’ve decided to put my tools away and embrace the next experience that comes my way. Until the next time I decide to find employment in the construction trades, I plan on gaining more building experience via the DIY project I’m undertaking with my van. I’m excited to get creative and make this van my own. I am still in the brainstorming phase, but am starting to get antsy and am about to say screw it and start tinkering around with it anyway. Like I always say, there is no better time than the present. Thanks for taking the time to catch up with me. I look forward to our next encounter!