Finances, youthful ambition, creative determination?
Whatever our reasons were back then. Maybe a little bit of everything. We just did. We tackled. Dove in head first. Painting, staining, sanding, demoing, gutting, renovating.
No task too small or too complex for us. “We can do that. We can do it better and cheaper too.”
Living with construction dust finely coating everything not Visqueen protected. Peeing in a bucket. Showering off outside with the hose. Painting parties rich in laughter, pizza, and beer but short on accuracy.
The inevitable mess ups and oops moments. The recognition of being completely in over our heads. Drowning in the responsibility of home ownership and the fear of never being done with the projects. Realizing gardening isn’t for me after all.
The exhaustion. The burnout. The pride and fulfillment.
These days those projects get farmed out to others. Skilled professionals. We are able to afford the luxury of being lazy. Now rather than offer up blood, swear and tears we cough up superficial complaints of a first world nature. The inconvenience of it all.
We watch the young or the die-hards toil with knowing eyes. We laugh smugly at their DIY ignorance. We think “We were once that young and dumb and broke”.
Now we have better ways to waste our time.
Our projects are by choice. Fluff feats.
And if we dislike the outcome we simply discard and purchase something new.
Once a Home DIY OG now just another lazy consumer, stimulating the economy while dulling our ingenuity. Our once Can Do attitude now a Won’t Do mantra.