benjamin green designs

While hiking for a month on the Appalachian trail through the Shenendoah's I found myself musing on the subject of why exactly I enjoyed the process.  My bewilderment continually mounted as the number of my blisters increased, forgotten muscles protested, and my general appearance and odor devolved as my hygiene prospects grew further away.  The answer I ultimately arrived at was that I enjoyed it so much because for every day I was on the trail  I knew exactly what I needed to do and for some strange reason I looked forward to doing it.   For much of my life I had known what I needed to do but didn't want to, and knew what I wanted to do but didn't know if I was going to get the chance. What followed was the decision to pursue professionally an interest which had previously been a hobby.  As I studied I found myself continually attracted to the melding of design and function. The art teachers who were disappointed when I departed from those paths were silently congratulated for the lessons they had taught me.  My studies in environmental science were rewarded by an interest in the impact and issues surrounding my medium of choice.  My father's predilection for engineering and no-nonsense handiwork was appreciated.  My mother's jovial approach to learning new skills and complete disregard for social constraints in pursuit of her hobbies were inwardly lauded as I myself approached new studies, a new career, and a potentially challenging economic future.     Even at an early stage in my newfound career the rewards have been innumerable.  I find myself eagerly awaiting my next entry into the shop, sketching in my head late at night, anticipating future challenges, and most importantly knowing exactly what I have to do on a given day and for the most part looking forward to doing it.

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