The Machine
who was i kidding, the dream comes at cost. That’s where the machine comes into it. I thank my dad for blessing me work, I would be knowhere if it were’nt for my parents Ann and Steve.
I began laboring. This was not my cup of tea. I love people, communicating, business and learning and I was not doing much of any of this. I asked to go on a site team to learn about the other side of the company.
I wish i took a video at 520am on some lifeless morning of getting up and ready for work. to work the machine. Because after a while, i realised this is the dream. You gotta work for it.
This was such a challenging time in my life and I dont know why. I loved the challenge and ended up learning a few handy things. i think i made a worthwhile investment in the company after all that.
This was such a massive chapter, putting the time in, the hard yards, saving, overtime and working with a scope of people. Before long, the days got longer and it began to get colder. Winter is on its way..
I want to thank my friends who gave me life, who refreshed me and encouraged me. Who reminded me who I really was. Doing a job you don’t enjoi and are not good at dries the bones.
Michael Harri was an angel in disguise. I dont think he would have realised it, but his out of control freedom kept me sane. A friend of epic proportions. We made memories that can’t be beat. the memories make me want to go back there.
God must have heard my heart, cause I didn’t always turn to Him. Regardless, His timing was/is perfect. Just when a job was beating me down, or subconsiously a worker was draining my life, change would come, a new site, a new worker who was kind and not manipulative. I thank God for these people now and pray that they may know the sweetness of truly unconditional love.
On the Wednesday the 18th of May, I packed my tools up, hugged the shop forman and walked out. Can you tell I’m smiling?
The dream is now feasible.
