What I Work for

It’s 10am on a Sunday morning. The sun is shining, the temps are already climbing above 80 degrees outside where the dogs sit on the porch sunning themselves. I’ve got a belly full of eggs, hashbrowns, and coffee and I’ve had pork butt and ribs on the smoker since just before 7.  The smell of sizzling fat, charred wood, and roasting meat is thick in the air. This is what I live for, this is what I work for.

Growing up poor in the North Carolina Piedmont, taught me a lot about finding the true wealth in life. I still chase money and enjoy spending it but as I close in on my 40th birthday the smaller things in life fill more and more of my attention. A good song on the radio, a drive among the tall corn with the windows down, a wife that loves you and dogs that follow you everywhere, these are the things that make me rich.

Right now I build high-end resto-modded muscle cars with for wealthy people. One-day I hope to cook BBQ for a living. Some day I’d like to move back down south and buy some land far from the city lights and cell-phone towers. It’s a work in progress.

Many days I wonder what I’m doing, why am I here? Busting your ass to fulfill someone else’s dream seems counter intuitive on the best of days, on other days it’s down right insane but I do what I have to do. In my youth I was impatient. I wanted everything and I wanted it now. These days I hold a different view. Dreams require sacrifice and endurance. The things that really mean something aren’t free from toil, or pain but they’re worth it in the end.

Today I’m free. I’ll be enjoying cold beer and hot ribs for lunch. I’ll enjoy the long holiday weekend and for a day or two imagine myself king of this little empire of dreams I have here. It’s not much but it’s mine and it’s worth working for. Tuesday I’ll go back to work and listen to stupid people complain about trivial things and petty ideas. But Right now, life is good.

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