The last thing my father and I worked on together was a car filled with layered problems. He never waited for the perfect answer. He started with the first one that made sense and moved forward. At the end of each day, he stepped back and reviewed the work. Years later, I find myself reviewing his life the same way.

Progress on a jobsite is rarely dramatic. It is made by showing up, following sequence, and keeping the project from slipping backward, one decision at a time.