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. So I got my general contractor’s license, started Artisan Remodeling and Design, and the rest is history.