in the blood

the more i think about construction the more i realize how much it got into my blood, how it got way down inside of me so much it became my passion. and then it was something i had to do, and for the life of me i'd never ever have chosen this way of life. it must have chosen me, there's no other way to describe something that powerful, the all encompassing feeling that gradually took over me until i had to build, had to. needed to as much as i breathed. that's a funny thing to say, but it's true. construction was the one place where i knew who i was, where everything was absolute. you either did the work or you didn't. i loved everything about it, from my tools to my boots,flannel shirt, and my truck, work jacket, to my gloves, from my saw to my wrecking bars. i loved the fact that everything i saw, and could touch i'd paid for, working with my own hands. i loved being out there in the field, using my aggresion to raise walls and climbing and crawling and feeling tired but good because i'd worked hard all day and overcame so much. those feelings crept up on me, i always thought i'd do something else and then damn it was twenty years gone by and an ex wife and some scars and broken bones and i was still out there, where did time go? jgk