Many people search and search for their ideal career. I’m lucky, because I never had to. Before I even knew how to spell “artisan,” I loved building things—from Lincoln Log cabins to patios to hardwood floors. And the more I built, the more I discovered my natural talent for it. So when it came time for college, I didn’t dilly-dally choosing a major, and before I could say “granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances,” I was marching across the stage in Moby Gym, capped and gowned, the proud recipient of a bachelor’s degree in Construction Management. But after working for a few companies specializing in hospital and office-building construction, I felt a bit uneasy, as if I’d made a mistake. Then I realized why: I didn’t become a contractor to work in boring brick buildings—you know, the kinds of places people are happier leaving than entering. I became a contractor to improve the lives of homeowners, to turn their dreams into realities, to transform their houses into homes. This resulted in getting my general contractor’s license, starting Artisan Remodeling and Design, and the rest is history.