I recently began a new chapter in my life by taking a part-time construction job. My friend, a builder, offered me the work and I accepted. I really didn’t have a choice considering my financial situation and eradication of almost all employment opportunities.
I continue to move forward in life. It’s a meandering movement for sure.
After my first couple days on the job, I was totally exhausted and my muscles twitched until the early morning. Sleep came hard. Did I sleep?
I have no carpentry skills. I didn’t own tools. I don’t know how to use tools. I am 55 years old. I am in decent shape. I haven’t done any consistent manual labor since leaving the wildlife refuge in 2008. I don’t have any work clothing.
I didn’t own any suitable boots until I bought a pair for $29.99, made in China, doubtless by child slaves. It was the first new pair of shoes I’ve purchased in over 20 years.
I did have a Leatherman tool.
My employer rigged me up with tools, a tool belt, safety goggles, confidence, faith, and has exhibited tremendous patience in training me. I ask a lot of questions. I don’t know the vocabulary of the construction trade. A nail gun and chop saw instill fear in me. I’ve always been nervous on a ladder.
But I am learning. I am walking into new story.