There was a time when I was most comfortable wearing steel-toes shoes, tool belt circling my waist, Estwing hammer hanging down my right leg. That was a long time ago now.
There were many years when my "McGyver box" was always at the ready; an odd collection of tools, spare Ikea parts, and weird old bits. It allowed me to build and fix and generally feel confident that I could take care of whatever came up in my work.
I've always been most at home with myself when I was making with my hands. The raw materials didn't matter...wood + nails, wool + knitting needles, fabric + sewing machine, flour + butter. My previous home was not so much a house as a studio with a little space tucked under the eaves for my bed. It was stuffed with the raw materials necessary to create at the spur of the moment.
For the last few years I've chosen a 'word' for the year instead of making a list of resolutions. Resolutions always led to disappointment, but a single word has been a means of focus, a tool. I was surprised when this year's word chose me: Build. Here I am in Kurdistan, without my tool belt, without my “McGyver kit”, without the raw materials to create with my hands. But I know this word is calling me to a different kind of building, and it requires a different set of tools.
Build a life. Build a business that will sustain me (and hopefully in time, a few others). Build deep friendships. Build a community. Wherever I happen to be living.
I'd be more comfortable with the Estwing.
Let's see how this goes.