construction, Construction, Uncategorized

Quit your desk job

I remember like it was yesterday, I was sitting at my desk in Gatineau, Quebec, wearing a suits, wondering what the heck I was doing with my life.

I had dropped out of college, landed on a “great opportunity” job as an admin, and thought that was what I had to settle for.

I would stare outside on a nice sunny day from my big office window and feel trapped like an animal in cage.

I remember like it was yesterday, that I handed over my letter saying that I was quitting to move 3000km away. I did not know then what I was going to do with my life, but I sure knew that I was never going to work in front of a computer or be obligated to wear a suit again.

Today, I find myself wearing 3-4 layers to stay warm and dry of clothing that have a permanent smell of wet wood and stains of multiple kinds of industrial of adhesives. My hair has a great amount of damage and I have the oddest tan line during the summer months. My nails are usually broken off, my hands are thickand callused, and my toes are slowly starting to take form of a construction boot.

Today I find myself wearing whatever the hell I want. Working physically, doing something I love in places I never thought id be with the person I love the most. I get to build homes for families and get to leave a piece of me in every town I work in.

I get to enjoy the sunshine all summer and learn to appreciate the others seasons for what they are, wet and cold.

I love my job. I love the conditions; love the challenges and I love the results. The results on my health, happiness, and the results of who it is making me as a person.

“Making a big life change is scary, but you know what’s scarier. Regret.”- Unknown

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