This movie review caught my eye last night:
“…. He’s a hard-drinking, hard-talking man…. we get a distinct sense from his wife that he puts on a warrior’s face to avoid thinking about what his line of work is doing to his soul. Indulging any doubts could get him or those under his protection killed, but not indulging them has made him, in Taya’s assessment, less human….” From a review of the movie American Sniper
I am a carpenter by choice.
I love what I do.
Love the variety.
Love that it keeps me relatively fit.
Love the fact that I’m rarely at one place more than a couple of months….most of the time it’s under two weeks.
Love the intellectual challenges.
I could go on and on.
I’ve also made a conscious decision to stay small as a business owner.
One job at a time.
I will physically be on the job 99.9% of the time.
I’ve come to that decision after watching four different men go from small time to large-scale (and hearing about a fifth this past winter)
My dad’s crew went from half a dozen to over 20. Multiple jobs. Lots of stress. Dad told me later, he didn’t earn that much more money with that large payroll than he did with a crew of six. Just a lot more stress.
I used to frame houses for Brian. He went from running solo to building 15 to 25 custom homes a year. Instead of being on the job site framing walls, he spent all of his time meeting with people, and putting out fires. I watched his personal life degenerate right before my eyes.
I graduated with Jerry. He went from a 5 man framing crew to a payroll of over 40 men. His payroll was over $75,000 a week. At some point his meth addiction kicked back in, and last time I saw him, he’d lost his business and was picking up odd work around town.
Last Winter I worked with Jim. Jim, was telling me about his old boss, who went from a crew of 3 laying brick to doing multimillion dollar projects. He wound up loosing it all. He has told Jim numerous times since, he wished he’d stayed a 3 man crew.
I started out by asking what is work doing to my soul?
It is well with my soul. But it will take more effort than ever to keep it that way this coming year.
My brother told me yesterday that the frost is out of the ground.
That means, we can start pouring concrete again.
My work calendar was already booked coming into 2015 and a long-term farmer/client of mine lost multiple buildings in a fire this week. I met with him yesterday, told him I would help put one of the structures back together. I have no idea how I’m going to pull that off and stay on track with my previous commitments. If I come to mind and you believe in that sort of thing…whisper a prayer in my behalf that God would send one or two young teachable men my way..(soon) 😉
This is really random, but it fits with the flow of what I’m talking about..at least in my mind it does…
Before I go to work in the morning, I bring my wife a cup of coffee while she is still in bed. It is one of the ways I have attempted to stay connected to her emotionally over the years. We’ll usually talk for at least 20 minutes. (She’s not a morning person (I am) but she values this time as well..so we make it happen)
My grandpa used to bring my grandma coffee in bed.
Anyway, in our pressure filled, fast-moving culture, it is so easy let the cares, riches and pleasures of life choke out that which is most important….
We watched a documentary Wednesday night on migrant farm workers and the inhumane working conditions they have to endure. It grieved my heart. I don’t have the ability to change that system, but I do have the ability to control the working conditions where I work. Here is what I want for myself and the people who work with me….
Talk to me about your life and work related pressures.. I love details. DM
Here’s a picture of the sunrise this morning: