Box almost checked

One day I will see my last sunset, eat my last meal, and kiss my girls one final time. For every first, there is a last.

Friday. Nine days into the New Year, and it has already begun—the pull of tomorrow, the anticipation of the next ________.

I’m putting the finishing touches on the project I started back in August. It’s all coming together now. I still remember popping lines on the slab, when it was nothing more than an idea chalked onto concrete.

In the next few weeks, I’ll wrap up my first tilt-wall. I’m a bit beat up, but I came out wiser. The first time is always the hardest. There will be a next time, and there will be a last time.

It’s the space between the two that defines a life well lived.

Restlessness or ambition?

I can’t just sit around. The idea of “retirement” makes me sweat more than working in a 110-degree day.

So what do I do?

I go looking for a new challenge, a new mountain to climb. A door opens, I peer inside, and just like that, I’m thrust back into the game.

Now on my plate is a half-completed multifamily complex. This project has been sitting for five years. I don’t know all the details of why, but in about a month, it will become my next thing to fix.

Ready or not. It won’t be my first time in this space—I popped my cherry in 2025.

The best part of yesterday was the sunset.

A gentle reminder of the beauty all around us. The image is untouched; I was simply in the right place with my camera. I don’t get to see a sunset like that every day, but every time I do, it inspires me.

Create something beautiful.
Capture the moment.
Appreciate it.
Just breathe in the wonder.