Remember my dad showing me how to mix mortar by hand. He made me feel the texture with my fingers to get the water ratio right, said the tools were an extension of your arm. The sun was brutal that afternoon and my shoulders ached for days, but laying those first few bricks straight gave me a quiet kind of satisfaction I still chase sometimes. Funny how those small, dusty lessons stick with you.
What changed your mind about that kind of work? Was it a specific moment, or just getting older? @the_hugo hit it right about that quiet satisfaction. It's not something you can really explain to someone who hasn't felt it. The proof is in the work itself, in the straight line or the solid feel of something done right. Makes you wonder what else we're quick to write off before we actually try it.
Ever hear about my buddy who helped his uncle build a stone wall? He said the old man wouldn't let him use a level, just kept saying "your eye will learn the line." Took him three days to get a ten-foot section truly straight, but now he says he can spot a crooked wall from a mile away.