02/07/2026
Never Forget Where You Come From. The past couple of weeks, I helped Alex paint a condo that he is renovating- and it brought back a flood of memories. Years ago, when I was a single parent raising my son, I often painted houses for a friend in real estate. It started as a way to earn some extra cash, but somewhere between the brushes and the rollers, I discovered something surprising: I actually enjoyed it.
Painting taught me many things- patience, precision,and perhaps most importantly, that you can't paint when you're mad! (Trust me, those brushsteokes tell on you).
Following that newfound passion, I enrolled in a painting and decorating course where I learnt how to use a spray gun 🔫.
I had the privilege of apprenticing under a man named Ed- him and is wife Kathy were one of the best bosses I ever had! Ed had a real pride in his craft. He often stand back, admire his freshly painted work, and say, "Damn, I'm a good painter". Ed sadly passed away from cancer but his words stuck with me. Even now, whenever I'm painting, I can't help but grin and mutter to myself, "Damn, I'm a good painter."
Over the years, I've painted more walls, ceilings, and trims that I can count. Although I don't pick up the brush as often these days, a part of me will always love it! Painting has given me more than just a colour on a wall- it has given me good memories, great people, and lessons that go far beyond the paint can.
And yes- looking back , I really should have worn goggles!
, I'm a good painter
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