“When it’s dry, it’s dry but when it rains, it pours.”
I’m on
my knees bent over a hot tin roof nailing a piece of fascia board to the front
of our newly 
constructed deck. My eyes are treated gracefully by the twinkle of
the ocean directly ahead. I dare not stop any longer because the beauty will
overcome my will to work, this work must be completed. Work hard, work fast, be
rewarded. It’s been nearly two years since this feeling gave life to the ethic
to work so hard that the sweat saturates my shirt to a consistent darker blue
all over. The 33 degrees and cloudless sun licks the moisture from my skin
while my pale white body desperately tries to replenish its layer of sweat.
Comfort is the feeling acquired when I work hard, I’m familiar to this and I
remember now that I’m good at it, it feels good to be good at something. I take
great pride in what I do, I want to do a good job and I want to do it better
than the competitor. I’m at home, I’m satisfied, after two years of throwing
myself into unfamiliar situations and jobs, I’m comfortably familiar.
constructed deck. My eyes are treated gracefully by the twinkle of
the ocean directly ahead. I dare not stop any longer because the beauty will
overcome my will to work, this work must be completed. Work hard, work fast, be
rewarded. It’s been nearly two years since this feeling gave life to the ethic
to work so hard that the sweat saturates my shirt to a consistent darker blue
all over. The 33 degrees and cloudless sun licks the moisture from my skin
while my pale white body desperately tries to replenish its layer of sweat.
Comfort is the feeling acquired when I work hard, I’m familiar to this and I
remember now that I’m good at it, it feels good to be good at something. I take
great pride in what I do, I want to do a good job and I want to do it better
than the competitor. I’m at home, I’m satisfied, after two years of throwing
myself into unfamiliar situations and jobs, I’m comfortably familiar.
It’s
Tuesday afternoon and I’m a carpenter on Christmas Island, It’s been four days
since stepping foot on this rock and I have a house, a 4wd truck, fuel card,
and an incredible job three times more lucrative than anything attainable in Canada.
Sometimes when life gives you lemons you need to make lemonade but other times
when life gives you lemon meringue pie, you just need to take a bite. I came
here on a mission to build a tree fort, it’s what I intend to do in time but
only a fool would be blind to the opportunities presented. At the end of the
day the most successful people in the world got to where they are by taking
advantage of the opportunities presented to them, and so shall I. I have to
stop for a minute and think, so much so quick, so fast, I can’t even 
remember
the last crap I had. Not good. I can’t even boast in the lunchtime conversation
of its girth or colour. Not cool. I just wonder if it will ever slow down but on
the other hand I don’t want it to. Keep this shit coming, bring it the hell on,
I can handle anything you throw at me, I think I’m ready but I’m not. I can
tell it’s been too long since lying on a hospital bed with an IV drip (another
familiarity in my life). 
Four days to go from nothing to something,
slept in three beds, ate two meals, and packed a lousy lunch, here I am
kneeling on this hot tin roof living the life I dreamt about years ago during the
days of wiping snot from my chapped lips attentive not to touch my frost bitten
nose. I’m not sure what I did right or where I did it but this is pretty close
to true happiness. To dream of something one day with no intentions of ever achieving
it, to waking up every morning living it, I’m truly happy.
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