"Just the other day, mid-job fixing a leaky sink, I caught myself thinking about how every twist of the wrench is a bit like navigating life—sometimes you tighten, sometimes you need to know when to let go. Started this handyman gig as a side hustle, really, after the factory I worked at shut down. Didn't think it would become full-time, but here I am, swinging a hammer and crawling under houses. Most mornings start with a quick cup of black coffee, strong enough to kickstart a dead engine. I'm not much for breakfast, maybe just a toast as I head out. The work's good, keeps me busy, keeps the bills paid, and there's something satisfying about fixing things, making them work again. Lunch is whatever's quick and close, often just a sandwich from the local deli. The folks there throw in a free cookie now and then, knowing I've got a sweet tooth. Jobs vary—could be a broken door one day, a busted pipe the next. Keeps it interesting. I've got this old radio I bring along to jobs, keeps me company with tunes and the odd baseball game. Evenings, that's when I really get to wind down. If it’s been a particularly rough day, I might crack open a beer, fire up the grill, throw on some steaks. There's this small joint near my place, though, does a mean chili. Hit it up every Friday after work; it’s become a ritual. They make it just right, spicy enough to make you sweat, hearty enough to fill you up. Helps me reset after a week of ups and downs. It’s these little things, you know, that help you appreciate what you’ve got. That chili, it’s a reminder of the simple joys of sticking to what you know and doing it well.”
