During some of my most doubtful moments where I want to throw my hands in the air and change my life in a dramatic way, I entertain the idea of becoming a plumber. I have taken apart the pipes under my kitchen sink and all of my bathrooms throughout our time in this home. I get a strange satisfaction from cleaning clogs and gunk from the drains. I’ve even gone as far as researching how I can become licensed. It takes apprenticeship and seemingly way too long a lead time for my momentum-loving brain to be okay with.
Let me call it out that a female plumber in a suburban setting with lots of wives and female-led households would be in high demand. I’d highly encourage anyone interested to pursue it!
With that said, let’s get back to me and plumbing.
Plumbing would be my first choice among all of the trades. It is very analogous to what I love about coaching – dealing with the system that does the cleansing and flushing.
I find plumbing pretty straightforward and logical – if the kitchen sink is having a problem, the problem is very likely going to be right under the sink. It also seems to allow for creative problem solving (you should see what someone did to my kitchen sink pipes) while not requiring much equipment or involving danger.
Above all, I love working with my hands and solving problems. When I figured out why my garbage disposal wasn’t working today, it was satisfying in a very immediate way. This is in great contrast to mothering where I will not see the fruits of my efforts for decades. I wonder if more mothers feel the same frustration and so when the long term seems too far away, we reach for Candy Crush or the game of the minute to satisfy our immediate need for completion.
Who knows if my plumbing ambitions will ever quiet. In the meantime, I look forward to learning in the moment whether that be a sink that is clogged from my kids’ “experiments” or a toilet that isn’t flushing as efficiently.