Carpenter Philosopher no more

I am a carpenter by trade, at least that's what I had been doing until recently, until a simple twist of fate (providence) landed me here, behind a desk.

I find myself, five years post graduation from a highly prestigious Liberal Arts college, facing the prospect of actually "using" my degree. Although the argument could be made that the simple act of deciding which shirt to wear that day, or musing about the theological/philosophical underpinnings of wearing a shirt at all is "using" a Liberal Arts degree, but that is besides the point.

The point is here I am, working for a charitable organization having to think my way through what my job actually is as opposed to "here are the blueprints, put it together," and I wonder, was this really what I wanted? No more clear cut absolute certainty about the task at hand? Wading through the muck and mire and uncertainty that come with "working with people." I must have been getting too comfortable for my own good. Now I feel like some sort of geometry purist being thrown into a political quagmire. Somehow now I long for the black and yellow certainty of a 30' FatMax tape measure, although my back does feel better these days...