I grew up in a contractor’s home. When I was a child, my mother begged my father to take me to work, so he put me in the truck and away we went. After many years of watching him work, helping haul debris or wood, frame a new wall or build a deck, I began to appreciate work. I didn’t realize it until later in life but my father had shown me how to work hard, be honest, and own your mistakes. When I was 14, my grandfather put a paintbrush in my hand and told me to paint his house. (Quite frankly, he did this to keep me out of trouble and teach me the value of hard work.) That summer my grandfather showed me it was possible to complete large projects if you break into manageable pieces. I earned more than money that summer! While pursuing my college degree in Business Management, I painted on weekends and during the summers for various companies. At the time, I thought painting was something I was doing to get through school. My desire was to use my business degree to find a “good job”. However, I quickly realized I could use my degree to turn my passion into my perfect career.