WoodSlinger
Well-known member
I have what I feel is some pretty exciting news. However, I don't want to share it with anyone I know (yet), besides my wife, because of the probability that they will think I'm nuts. Since I'm not really known here, and I don't really know any of you, I feel this is the perfect place to unload this off my chest. Feel free to respond if you wish, but I'm not really looking for advice or affirmation. I guess I just want to tell a bunch of strangers my most personal of stories.
I've been a structural engineer for 8.5 years. I'm licensed, have had good employment, etc. I went into the field for similar reasons to most other engineers I know. I'm good at math and science, I like the construction process, I like to solve problems, and most of all actually be somewhat creative. However, pretty much since the very first day I worked professionally I have felt like I had a fast one pulled on me. I thought that being a successful engineer meant you were a good engineer. I thought that having a career as an engineer meant you did jus that, engineered stuff. I didn't realize that it was mostly about business practice, politicking, kissing ***, putting the appropriate amount of time in at work not work into your time, so on and so fourth. In my disgruntlement, the thing that has always brought me back to level has been woodworking, something I've enjoyed doing for as long as I can remember. However, until just a few days ago, I had never looked at wood working as a career (even though I'm pretty good at it). It was always just a hobby.
So, this past weekend my wife and I were having a discussion about the choices I have made and how these choices now effect me. In telling her that I don't mind being an engineer, but I certainly don't love it, or even enjoy it most of the time, she asked, "well, what is it that you want to do"? Without even thinking about it, I responded, "make furniture". The most obvious answer is usually the most correct I guess.
So, in about 10 years from now, yes a decade, when my wife goes back to work after raising our children full time, I am going to semi-retire, enroll in grad-school, and earn a masters in art/furniture making. I won't go into why I think this is the best route, because this is getting way too long, but it makes good sense to me. After that, I will design and build things on my own for all my live long days. I may never sell a damn thing, and end up with a warehouse full chairs, tables, cabinets, etc., but at least I will be happy and will thoroughly enjoy what I am doing with my time.
I was just reminded of a scene from the movie "Dazed and Confussed" where the two geeky guys, and the red headed girl with the afro are driving along talking about what they are going to do with their lives. After getting upset about the establishment, the darked haired fella in the back is asked, "Well, what do you want to do?" He responds in a somewhat feminine manner, "I want to dance." That's me I guess.
Thank you for your time.
I've been a structural engineer for 8.5 years. I'm licensed, have had good employment, etc. I went into the field for similar reasons to most other engineers I know. I'm good at math and science, I like the construction process, I like to solve problems, and most of all actually be somewhat creative. However, pretty much since the very first day I worked professionally I have felt like I had a fast one pulled on me. I thought that being a successful engineer meant you were a good engineer. I thought that having a career as an engineer meant you did jus that, engineered stuff. I didn't realize that it was mostly about business practice, politicking, kissing ***, putting the appropriate amount of time in at work not work into your time, so on and so fourth. In my disgruntlement, the thing that has always brought me back to level has been woodworking, something I've enjoyed doing for as long as I can remember. However, until just a few days ago, I had never looked at wood working as a career (even though I'm pretty good at it). It was always just a hobby.
So, this past weekend my wife and I were having a discussion about the choices I have made and how these choices now effect me. In telling her that I don't mind being an engineer, but I certainly don't love it, or even enjoy it most of the time, she asked, "well, what is it that you want to do"? Without even thinking about it, I responded, "make furniture". The most obvious answer is usually the most correct I guess.
So, in about 10 years from now, yes a decade, when my wife goes back to work after raising our children full time, I am going to semi-retire, enroll in grad-school, and earn a masters in art/furniture making. I won't go into why I think this is the best route, because this is getting way too long, but it makes good sense to me. After that, I will design and build things on my own for all my live long days. I may never sell a damn thing, and end up with a warehouse full chairs, tables, cabinets, etc., but at least I will be happy and will thoroughly enjoy what I am doing with my time.
I was just reminded of a scene from the movie "Dazed and Confussed" where the two geeky guys, and the red headed girl with the afro are driving along talking about what they are going to do with their lives. After getting upset about the establishment, the darked haired fella in the back is asked, "Well, what do you want to do?" He responds in a somewhat feminine manner, "I want to dance." That's me I guess.
Thank you for your time.