Some days I sit back and question my life choices.

Some days I wonder “What the Hell was I thinking?”

Some days I wish I had my current knowledge and a chance to do things differently.

Today is not one of those days.

Surrounded by dust and debris. Suffocating behind my mask.
Sanding and sanding and sanding some more…..I realize I could not be happier.

There is something therapeutic about the rhythmic pulse of the sander.

Something empowering about revving up a power tool.

Something healing about watching layers peel back revealing something worth preserving.

Something rewarding about doing a task you were not sure you could do.

Something rewarding about not having to ask someone else to do it for you.

Something rewarding about having a tangible result to show at the end of the day.

Today is a day where I look like I crawled out of a coal mine and the canary didn’t make it.

Today is a day where I don’t recognize myself in the mirror.

Today is a day when I smile through grit and grime, wear dirt like a badge of honor and instead of asking “What am I doing?!?” I ask “Why did I wait so long?”

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