April 3, 2014 at 9:10 pm , by Nick Shell
3 years, 4 months.
Until last night, I had never seen a full episode of the popular TV show, How I Met Your Mother.
But after hearing all the hype about the final episode that aired this week, I decided to check out the first couple of episodes on Netflix.
It’s interesting because the first episode flashes back to the year 2005, when the protagonist and narrator was 27 years old and meets the woman he wants to marry… and sort of ultimately begins to chase for 9 seasons.
Seeing the show took me back to a place in my life when I was that single 20something year-old guy without a wife and child.
It’s such a different state of mind.
Yes, there was so much “freedom” back then, yet I clearly remember that deep yearning to meet the love of my life, who would in essence connect me to a universe in which the world made better sense to me.
For me, the year 2005 was when I moved to Nashville to truly “start my adult life” as a 24 year-old single guy.
To me, this current version of my life is the one I would pick every time.
I know it could be said that raising a 3 year-old boy is at times, chaotic.
But one of my roles in our small family (and in this world as a whole) is to help organize chaos.
It’s as if I find safety and security in the structure of chaos, because it brings meaning to my life.
There are so many things I can’t do well. And there are many obvious roles in our family that Mommy handles.
As for me, I’m here for “everything else.” That’s what I’m good at. I’m starting to fathom that now.
That includes getting rid of spiders for Mommy. That includes being the official disciplinarian for you. That includes me being consistently positive for the two of you even when I don’t feel like it.
I bet it’s hard to imagine me any other way though, right? Before I met your mother, I was a lost boy.
You and her changed that for me. I like 2014 a lot better than 2005.