January 13, 2012

4 reasons not to do what I do...

I worked hard...I achieved...I pursued a professional life as an architect.
Then I discovered the joy of making things
and then of making the things I was making
and then I “progressed” to digging the ditch 
so that I could make the things I was making
from the ground up....
Perhaps its a journey to the center and now,
as I type with my remaining 6 fingers
I am wondering if it will be a round trip?
The other 4 fingers will return to something 
close enough to normal. I have time.
I find great satisfaction in my independence,
my ability to do it all
but in the same way 
that I might criticize an otherwise great restaurant
which has decided to “make their own bread”
Why do I sacrifice my fingers 
on the self-created altar of self-sufficiency?
Or my back?
Or my health?
Perhaps with this latest insult I may evolve yet!?


R said...

So I guess at this point a high five is out of the question? I believe this latest folly deserves some dinner conversation. What say we put something on the schedule. Maybe we can cook dinner for the wives. I will do the stirring . . . obviously.

Anonymous said...

Dan, wishing a speedy digit recovery!

Seth said...

For the first time ever I am glad that I wasn't there to lend a hand.

Anonymous said...

ack!! even a broken hand can count to five twice... hope you heal up