Welcome, my son

“Happy Monday,” I said to myself as I climbed into the truck at 4:30 AM

Geared up and ready for whatever this new week throws at me.

Today kicks off a big one.

Last week’s photos of tools were more than just cool shots, they were foreshadowing.

I’m stepping into my first multi-family project, and in a lot of ways, I feel like the kid in the photo:

shoelaces being tied

standing at the edge of something big.

The image is a metaphor.

The father tying the kid’s shoes?

That’s Faith.

The kid with big eyes and bigger dreams?

That’s me.

And the road ahead?

Unwritten.

I’ve been building things for a long time.

But in 2017, I made the leap, I left (got kicked out) of the oilfield world and started building my own future.

I chose to become "master of my ship" .

Since then, I’ve done the work, learned from mentors, read the books, watched, failed, adjusted, and pushed forward.

This project is a different beast.

Scoping, pricing, and executing with no formal plans.

But I’m not rattled.

Life has been a better teacher than any classroom.

Faith has been the steady hand, and persistence the motor that’s kept me chasing what’s next.

We’re taking on a Section 8 apartment complex in a tough part of town.

No frills.

No glamour.

A bit dangerous.

But we’ve got a crew that’s solid, focused, and hungry.

This IS the next chapter.

This IS the real test.

“Welcome, my son, welcome to the machine.”, Roger Waters, Pink Floyd

Let’s build.