I Started My Career Exactly 20 Years Ago Today

Now that I think about it… When people ask me what I do for a living, I usually just keep it vague, by simply saying, “I work from home.”

I’ve learned that most of the time, people don’t really have follow-up questions anyway.

What do I do for a living? I work from home.

It was twenty years ago today, on January 2nd, 2006; that I accidentally began my career… as a recruiter.

I hire diesel mechanics (and previously truck drivers) from all across the country for the company I work for. It’s basically a sales job under the division of HR. Every month, I have a monthly quota to fill, but it doesn’t stress me out at all. I am motivated by the challenge. I love what I do!

I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was more than halfway through college before I landed on majoring in English; after discovering I was the only guy in my entire dorm who actually liked writing papers and actually enjoyed speech class.

Did I have a passion for it? No.

Did it come easy for me so that I ended up graduating on the Dean’s List, despite nearly failing basic college math and science classes my freshman year? Yes.

Shortly after moving to Nashville, I decided to visit a temp agency to see if they could find me some gigs to do, in addition to my part-time job I had unloading trucks for Fed-Ex.

At the end of my first day on the first assignment they gave me, I asked the employer how long the job would be for… assuming the answer would be just a week or two.

Instead, the supervisor for that job responded, “Well, actually… permanently.” So I just went along with that answer for the next 12 and a half years, until the company eventually closed down the office at that location.

At that point, I had accumulated well over a decade of experience, so naturally, another company snatched me up to fill their recruiter position. And now, I’ve been at my current company for over 7 and a half years.

It sounds weird to say out loud: As of today, I have 20 years of recruiting experience.

Now I’m imagining the absurdity of the current version of me traveling back in time to tell the college freshman version of myself:

“Okay, so just get an English degree and then once you graduate college, take the first full-time job you are offered, which will be in recruiting. That’s what you’ll be doing for a living. Oh, yeah… and at some point, you’ll be able to start doing your job much more efficiently by never  even going to an office and instead, working from your house.”

Yeah, that definitely would have sounded like someone from the future talking to me.

Dear Jack: Walking Away from the Explosion

15 years, 1 month.

Dear Jack,

After we all had opened our presents at Nonna and Papa’s house on Christmas morning, Papa was letting volunteers test out his new hot rod he’s been working on.

Mommy and I came outside to check it out. Nonna saw us standing there and decided to take a picture of us. As she did, Uncle Andrew pulled up in the driveway with you in the passenger seat.

Nonna’s back was turned to you guys pulling in, but the look on our faces told her something wasn’t quite right…

She decided to take another picture of us right then; capturing that moment of, “Umm… what’s going on here?!”…

Fortunately it was just steam, and not smoke, spewing from the front of the car.

Either way, like an action hero walking away from an explosion, that was you escaping from Papa’s hot rod.

So yeah, maybe Papa’s still got a few more bugs to work through on his hot rod.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your New Quarter Zip Pullover

15 years, 1 month.

Dear Jack,

I observed how over the past month or so, you have been curious about owning a quarter zip pullover. I definitely remember what it was like being a teenage boy, when my wardrobe was mostly just cool/weird t-shirts and baggy pants, but how I still had a couple collared shirts and one pair of chino pants for when I needed to wear something nice.

Last Friday night after work and school, we made our way to Scottsboro for a Publix and TJ Maxx run. The one thing you sought out while we were there was a quarter zip pullover; as I could tell you wanted another “nice” item to be able to wear.

Fate would have it, our family ended up on stage at church on Sunday, as our family was asked to light the advent candles. You got to debut your quarter zip pullover.

Our friends Mohamad and Lena also happened to drive over from Tennessee to visit us here in Alabama last weekend as well. When Mohamad took a photo of all of us together at our house, what did you decide to throw on?

Your quarter zip pullover.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Your Lego Advent Calendar

9 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

Every morning this month after you have woken up, you have immediately checked your Lego Advent Calendar; to see what new Lego item you get to unlock for the day.

Saturday morning, I just happened to wake up earlier than usual and so did you. Therefore, I was able to witness you being able to carry out your December morning routine.

You were so happy to find a Lego dog with a wheelchair.

I am appreciating how the days leading up to Christmas are just as exciting as the actual holiday.

And I’m still just so happy we ourselves don’t have to travel anymore for Christmas!

 

Love,

Daddy

I’m in Hurry and Don’t Know Why

Being born in 1981 in the town of Fort Payne, Alabama meant that my childhood and teenage years took place where the legendary country band Alabama was always part of the backdrop.

Some of my earliest memories in life include me regularly performing a concert to the four walls of my parents’ bedroom as I stood up on their bed using it as my stage, while the vinyl record of Alabama’s 1984 album Roll On played on the stereo.

But the Alabama song that has stuck with me my entire life was actually one that came out when I was eleven years old in 1992: “I’m in a Hurry (And Don’t Know Why)”.

It’s one of those songs that is easy to assume is light and fun because of its upbeat tempo. Instead, it’s actually a pretty deep song that involves a person addressing the paradoxes of their own human existence. It feels inspired by the book of Ecclesiastes in the Bible.

Out of nowhere in the Alabama band’s song catalog is this realization that life is crowded with meaningless distractions:

All I really gotta do is live and dieBut I’m in a hurry and don’t know why

And now, more than 30 years after the song was released, this concept is even more relevant. At this point in my life, my focus has been narrowed to simply enjoy the life I have right here in front of me.

I think there is something almost unsettling, at least for me, to realize:

“Oh, I don’t have to try as hard as I used to, for life to be enjoyable: simply, as is.”

For the past couple of years now, I have been much more aware of so many of the meaningless distractions that I can just swipe left to. So many things we are taught to fear… we don’t have any control over anyway. So many things we’re taught to love… they only cause us to self-destruct. Our peace of mind has a price that is paid through our attention… if we let it.

For so many years, life was on “hard mode”. But now I’m in my mid 40s and I have genuinely earned plenty of “experience points”, meaning that I’ve overcome enough challenges to be confident and secure; despite the chaos that life seems to constantly present to us.

I could pray for God to help me understand what my purpose is, but it seems pretty apparent, as if He would say…

“Just enjoy the life you have in front of you. Right here, right now. This is it.”

And if that is what He would tell me, then I wonder if ironically, that’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do:

To stop running. To stop racing. To just relax and appreciate the view.