A love letter to construction

I'm feeling very existential about things lately. I think it could be seeing some of my projects start to take shape-walls going up, lights being hung. The construction journey is one of tenacity, heartbreak, joy, beauty, pain, and gratitude. As a story goes, it’s really got it all. Every time I walk onto a site there is something new to discover, which is part of why I love this work. There is always a problem to fix, which is something I revel in, (according to my new therapist) and there is always inspiration waiting around every corner of open walls.

“Hell, it’s basically a full-contact sport!’”

There are constant reminders to stay open and be flexible. There is the knowing that good ideas can come from anywhere. You really only get out of it what you put into it and if you're getting a lot out of it that can be incredibly gratifying. It is messy and dirty and it doesn't always make sense, like so much of life lately. If you're not careful you can get caught in a loose cord or get hit by a loose piece of drywall. Hell, it's basically a full-contact sport!

It has to get worse before it gets better and I guess that's where some of these feels are coming from. There have been times for us all where worse just kept getting worse. The metaphors are endless with this "construction as life" concept but it's giving me some clarity right now so I'm just going to go for it and continue looking at the day-to-day this way. Messy, expensive, and really fucked up at times but in the end there is something beautiful (hopefully) to show for it and we can all use a little bit of beautiful amiright!?!