I lost my way!

 

I’ve lost my way…. Years ago. Somewhere along the line, I started chasing money instead of doing what I truly love. At my core, I’m a historic furniture maker and millwork specialist. My inspiration has always come from the past—I borrow details, rework them, and make them my own. These elements never go out of style. They may feel modern to some, but that’s only because timeless design always feels right. And if someone disagrees, it often means their eye hasn’t been trained or they don’t fully grasp the language of classicism. Even modern tastes are grounded in traditional lines, whether people realize it or not.

I love  my time working as a site superintendent, but there’s an undeniable void. I feel like I have more to give—like something is missing. The creative drive that once flowed through me feels buried. There’s something sacred about making things with your hands, especially when you’ve spent a lifetime honing the craft. It’s a shame to let those skills sit idle.

The truth is, staying in the trades isn’t the hard part—making enough money to do the work I care about is. What I really want is to create small runs of custom millwork, build period-inspired furniture, and repair high-quality pieces that deserve to be preserved. But I can’t do it at a loss. I’m not the guy you call for a quick fix or a bargain. You come to me for quality, for care, for preservation.

At this point in my life, I choose to live—not to be a slave to my work. My void is now my hobby. So each morning Monday thru Friday I wake up excited to drive to the site and see what the day brings. But I am also excited about locking the site and not having to worry about work. There is something special about this feeling- and it’s hard for some to understand, but boy does it feels so good. 

Cheers!