I almost never paint. I almost never stand on a ladder and smear paint all over the ceiling. And I never, I mean, never, do it all day long. I suppose it’s just worked out that way. It’s not that I think I’m above it or anything.
Well, today, for the first time ever, I went and stood on a ladder, stared up at the ceiling and smeared paint around for a whole eight hours. It was tedious, straining on the neck and quite a good reminder that I don’t have health insurance! But It was also a good reality check.
I’m fortunate enough to live in a situation where I earn money doing something that I love—working for myself. Although I’m sure there are many manual laborers who feel exactly the same way about what they do, but I’m also quite certain there are also many who don’t. It was a good and humbling reminder that I’m blessed to enjoy the lifestyle I do. I have a much deeper respect now for the people who can give all of their professional time to that kind of work.
It really is challenging, and I’m glad I had that opportunity to do it. With any luck, maybe I’ll do it more!
