My grandfather was a contractor and investor. My father was a general contractor who had me pick up every dropped nail on a jobsite, because each one cost five cents - stewardship, one nickel at a time. I didn't just grow up around construction, I grew up inside it.

I watched one of the best concrete contractors I've ever known work himself into a damaged back and a dependence on pain medication - because he'd built an incredible trade, but never a business that could survive without him.

Years later, I found myself living the same trap: gone before my daughter woke up, home after she was already asleep. That's when I redefined what success actually meant.