Why do what you do?
Motives are what define us. They allow us to get up in the morning and get a boogie on rather than languish in bed – and believe me, we have all had those mornings where staying in bed and pulling the covers over our heads makes the most sense!
For many, their jobs allow them to live. They do not enjoy what they do, it is simply a means to an end. When I was growing up, my parents allowed me to see that if I wanted them, I had options.
It doesn’t mean there haven’t been impossible days at work (or in real life), but even then, I have had choices about what I do with those days, how I act and carry myself. Hopefully, I have always done that to the best of my ability.
Is this going anywhere? Or is it just a 50+ person being a boomer?
Firstly, I’m a Gen-X person, not a boomer, but whatever my age, our motives are what drives us. Secondly, I got to go to a Christmas fair yesterday and met some amazing people living their dreams. That is always inspiring: indeed, the experience inspired me to write this piece, as we have spent the past couple of weeks achieving a bit of a dream of ours. Albeit, nearly at the end of what seemed a long journey while we where travelling!
We’re coming to the end of our window installation, well, it was a replacement window exercise for all but three of our windows, which were radically transformed.
We got a bit of a bargin because of the time of year we did it, but it was still a big job and once the building work is done, our bit of the story will begin.
Building work is not typical in having your windows replaced. We have a bit of experience of doing this, having turned an existing window into French doors, which can be transformational. Letting more light and much more of a view into any room. It also created some corners in a room… For a modern house, it can make a feature for surprisingly little effort if you have a lintel that’s at the right height.
This time, we turned a window in our bedroom into a pair of French doors, and took a window and a pair of French doors near two corners of a wall in our lounge and turned them into a patio door in the centre of that wall opening into a courtyard garden. We thought it was an obvious thing for the architect to have done but it was never in the previous owners drawings for the house, so we had to do a bit of a rennovation and found a company willing to do it. The work went smoothly but took some planning, which always takes time.
Can I confess to something? I love painting walls. I do the prep I need to, including masking tape (a terribly stressful part of the operation), but the rhythmic dipping of a paint-pad in a tray of emulsion, smoothing the paint onto the wall, and the end result when it is finally dry. I do this without music: just me and the wall to be done. Of course, I am going to be doing two walls with two doors on them – masking tape is going to take a good hour of the prep work. There’s a ceiling to do too. It’s a big job – a good weekend’s worth. Bliss!
The balustrade for the upstairs French door is being constructed and fitted as I type this. The render will need refreshing (and some patching). But unlike previous years, we should be able to do that leaning out from our safe doorway.
Just this moment, the world feels safe and hopeful. I can see the thaw of last night’s frost steaming off the fence in the courtyard as the noon day sun hits its peak in teh sky on this crisp December day. Hope you’re having a great day where-ever you are.
Posted: December 7th, 2025 under 42.
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