That Moment You Realize Your Opinion Doesn’t Actually Matter Outside of Your Own Head

It felt like both a personal tragedy as well as the biggest relief, the moment I realized, “Oh… my personal opinion doesn’t really matter all that much outside of my own head. Wait… nobody cares? This is horrible! Wait… nobody cares? Ah… this is great, actually.”

And it wasn’t just me. I now can see that regardless of their current age, so many people live their lives constantly chasing validation of their own identity. It was a sobering revelation for me to realize this about myself- and it explained how I had lived so many years of my life.

Especially in my early and mid 30s, I “needed” people to agree with my opinions: I needed to “be right”. I took on the impossible responsibility of trying to make everyone around me think like I did.

 

But now at this point in life, I am years into living with the refreshing perspective that so little of the things that people worry about actually matter… as most of those things people worry about are the things we don’t actually have any control over.

A couple months ago I came across a meme that I found particularly helpful. Granted, it was laced in profanity. So here’s my own cleaned up version:

“Stages of the Awakening”

  1. Blissful ignorance.
  2. Nothing makes sense anymore.
  3. We’re doomed.
  4. Wake up, sheeple!
  5. Get off my lawn!
  6. Realizing that becoming the most loving and joyful version of myself, despite the chaos of the world around me, is the greatest rebellion.

Part of why I am finding it so much easier to be the most loving and joyful version of myself is because I stopped seeking the “validation of being right”. Granted, I still live by strong convictions that guide my own personal decisions and my lifestyle.

But I now know if I were even able to successfully prove I am right and another person is wrong, I would not be rewarded with that person’s respect. Instead, I would be met with their resentment. That is what life has actually taught me.

The self-destructive default had been for me to attempt to gain a sense of control over others by trying to convince them to agree with our my perspective, yet what I was actually seeking was emotional connection with the people in my life.

My personal opinion doesn’t really matter all that much outside of my own head. Being emotionally connected with other people does. Got it.

 

Dear Holly: Your First Week Away at Summer Camp

9 years, 2 months.

Dear Holly,

Last week as you left for your first time away to summer camp, I was so sad to see you go… and I was so sad all week while you were gone.

But… you didn’t seem sad at all! And that definitely makes me happy.

I am so proud of you for showing confidence and displaying your natural need for independence.

Granted, it helped that your cousin Darla was there with you the whole time and that Aunt Dana was there as a chaperone.

And it helped me on my end that Aunt Dana was able to send me pictures of you each day so I could see how much fun you were having, in real time.

You have now been away at summer camp for the first time!

Love,

Daddy

 

Dear Holly: Playing Wordscapes on Mommy’s Phone

9 years, 1 month.

Dear Holly,

I can appreciate that you have discovered solving crossword puzzles on an app on Mommy’s phone, called Wordscapes.

As we made the hourlong drive to Guntersville for the boat race last Saturday, you kept yourself  entertained and intellectually stimulated in the car.

And while the boat race did keep your attention for a little bit, you decided solving crossword puzzles was more your speed.

Something I definitely appreciate about this is that you and your brother have now begun solving these puzzles together. Sometimes I help too- but you and your brother tend to do much better than me!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Saturday Mornings with You and Mommy

9 years, 1 month.

Dear Holly,

I am a big fan of Saturday mornings. Something I specifically appreciate about living in Fort Payne is there are quiet places to spend with you and Mommy… while your brother sleeps in.

Last Saturday morning, we had breakfast together at The Bakehouse in downtown.

And the Saturday before that, the three of us went to Alice Circle, right around the corner from The Bakehouse, where you “made some slime” in the craft room and Mommy bought a t-shirt that I knew looked like her style.

Quality time is the most important thing to me. I love Saturday mornings with you and Mommy!

Love,

Daddy

The Local Burrito Company Closed

14 years, 7 months.

Dear Jack,

Right as we moved to Fort Payne a year ago, a new restaurant popped up called The Local Burrito Company. It immediately became one of your favorites.

Not only that, it became your official Wednesday dinner tradition. Every Wednesday night on the way home after church, I would take you to The Local Burrito Company..

It became a joke that the people who worked there didn’t even have to ask for your order. They would just see you walk with in me, then immediately start making two vegetarian burritos:

One for that night and one to heat up the next day.

Sadly, I took you there for the final time last week; as they have now closed down.

We’ll have to find you a new Wednesday night tradition for dinner!

Love,

Daddy