Look No Further

 

I can’t think of anything I want. I can’t think of anything I need. I can’t think of what would make my life complete that I don’t have already here in front of me. And I look no further.

That is the point I have reached in life. To be fair, it’s more than a simply accurate assessment of my life, that I suddenly have an awareness of. Just as important, it is an acknowledgement of an arrival to a destination; decades into a journey.

The first four decades of my life were mainly punctuated by questions marks:

“What will it be like when I’m not a kid anymore? Where will I go to college? What should I major in? Where should I move after college? What will my actual career be? Who will I marry? How do I be a good husband? How do I be a good father? What is the meaning of life, anyway?”

But now, my life is punctuated with periods. I don’t really have any questions anymore. And the questions I do have about life… well, no human can honestly know the answer to.

I am not famous. I am not a millionaire. Yet I have more than so many famous millionaires do. If for no other reason, simply because I am not under the belief I that I need to finish the sentence:

“I’ll be happy when…”

Instead, I recognize that if I can’t be happy in the present, I can never truly be happy in the future.

It makes me think of a movie that my wife and I watch at least once every year: This is 40.

Paul Rudd’s wife’s character sets up the premise of the movie as she explains to him:

“The happiest period in people’s lives is from age 40 to 60… So this is it. We’re in it right now. We have everything we need right now to be completely happy. We’re gonna blink and be 90. So let’s just choose to be happy.”

I also am thinking of Jewish comedian Marc Maron as he explains his understanding of Christianity, in his HBO special, From Bleak to Dark:

“Everything will be amazing… when you’re dead.”

I can appreciate his perspective. Perhaps there is too much emphasis on all of our problems going away when either A) Jesus saves us from all of our annoying problems by showing up in the Rapture, or B) we ideally die in our sleep and get to live in the eternal bliss of Heaven.

While I have definitely placed in my faith in the Christian hope that there is a much better life after this one, I have also challenged my belief system by asking myself the question:

“But what if this is all there is?”

In the event that I just die and that’s it… no further consciousness nor accountability, no memories of this life nor connection to the people I knew in it… I would certainly consider that to be a confusing, cosmic tragedy- that life was nothing more grandiose.

But if that were indeed the case, the question becomes this:

“What about my life would change right now, as I am still alive? What would I do differently?”

My answer: Nothing.

As sad of a thought it would be to never see my loved ones again, the greater sorrow would be to live this gift of a human life on Earth while not making the most of every moment and not appreciating what I do have with the people I share it with.

I think of how my daughter has a microwavable baby doll that she places in our bed to keep safe while she is away at school during the day: “Daddy, Gracie is basically a real baby.” I love it.

I think of how my wife and I set up a reservation for Valentine’s Day last week at a fancy restaurant with an amazing view off the side of Lookout Mountain… but then it was so foggy we were not able to even see anything anyway. I love it.

I think of how this past Sunday I walked into the living room to see my son wearing a monkey jumpsuit while throwing his sister onto a giant beanbag. I love it.

I think of how every morning before work and school, I see my wife and daughter having “coffee time” before the day begins. I love it.

But what I can’t think of…

I can’t think of what would make my life complete that I don’t have already here in front of me.

And I look no further.

Dear Jack: Our 1st Time Hosting a Super Bowl Party at Our House in Alabama

14 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

A week before the Super Bowl this year, we realized we didn’t actually have plans. So we solved that problem by hosting a small party at our house this year.

This is something we have never done before!

But it came together quite effortlessly.

The only real challenge was figuring out how to watch the Super Bowl on our TV. You heard Mommy and I discussing it. Less than two minutes later, you walked over to us and announced, “Okay, I set it up now.

You mumbled something about downloading an app on our TV, then creating a login and password… I think.

It’s convenient having a 14 year-old boy around!

As for the Super Bowl, your favorite part was watching Kendrick Lamar perform at the Halftime Show. Afterwards, you slept through the second half of the game.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Your Cactus Valentine’s Box

8 years, 9 months.

Dear Holly,

I love that you randomly decided to make a cactus for your Valentine’s Day box for school.

You have always loved drawing; especially since you were old enough to start going on YouTube to learn how to draw whatever you thought of.

As I look at your cactus, she clearly looks like a female cactus version of you. I know that’s a funny sentence, but it’s true!

It was very clever how you thought to use a flower as her bow.

I think your cactus creation is really going to stand out in your class this Friday for Valentine’s Day!

Love,

Daddy

Talking is Hard

Talking is hard.

And I feel like the rules are changing everyday.

I thought it was a good thing to compliment a person if it appears they have lost weight. But I have learned that may be implying the person didn’t already look good before. Or maybe they have a medical condition that is causing them to lose weight but their overall health is being negatively effected.

As for acknowledging a woman who appears to be pregnant? Nope. That baby has to be in her arms before I will even retroactively acknowledge she was ever pregnant.

I’ve learned to never assume two people are already married just because they have a kid together, or that they plan to get married just because they have been together a long time, or that they are still married just because they were married the last time I saw them a few years ago.

The thing is… I don’t care. I have no desire to pass judgment on anyone. I’m just trying to show that I am a caring and curious human being who is making an effort to connect with and validate another human being’s sense of reality.

Talking is hard.

I lived in Nashville for nearly 20 years. There was only one time when someone I knew passed away and I went to their funeral.

However, since moving back to my hometown here in Alabama last May, there has hardly been a month when I haven’t been at the funeral home for a visitation: Growing up in a town of 14,000 people, I pretty much indirectly know everyone. I want to show up for the people in my life who are going through the grieving process.

But I make a point to not really say anything at the visitation. I just hug the person who lost a loved one. The way I see it, there’s nothing I really can say that is going to make the situation better, other than making the effort to show up for them in that moment.

I hear other people give them classic funeral lines like, “Just imagine, they’re dancing on streets of gold with Jesus right now!” or “If you need anything, you just let me know.”

That’s totally fine that they say that. It’s just that as for me, I feel much more comfortable with a “less is more” approach in general, when trying to figure out what to say.

What I am learning as a default template is this: Let the other person talk, then ask a general question based on the specific information they give me.

From there, like a clever detective, I can determine the safest follow-up questions to ask, while still showing genuine interest in their life.

If they choose to share with me that they lost 30 pounds, I will immediately congratulate them on the discipline it took them to reach that amazing accomplishment.

If they choose to tell me they and their spouse are trying, yet struggling, to have a child, I will sincerely match the emotion of sadness, mixed with hope, that they are feeling.

I get it now: I know not to dismiss whatever emotion the person is experiencing; but instead, to embrace and validate it.

Like it says in the Bible, “Rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep.”

Perhaps for people with a personality like mine, it’s naturally easy to “choose joy”. But it’s not necessarily “positive vibes” that the other person needs that day. Maybe they need me to grieve with them in that moment or to acknowledge that it makes sense they would feel angry and confused.

We just want to help people feel better. And sometimes we can.

But sometimes what they need most is for us to symbolically hold up a mirror to the emotion they are feeling as to say, “Yes, you do feel this way right now. You need to experience this emotion to cope. I am here as a witness to what you are going through. I am a human being too, so based on my own personal life experiences, I can relate to you on some level in regards to this emotional state you are in.”

Ultimately, we are all on a journey of emotional intelligence and self-awareness. At some point, we have all been on the receiving end of a well-meaning person saying the wrong thing. And yes, we ourselves have also been the well-meaning person who told someone else the wrong thing.

Talking is hard.

I make an assumption that the other person is doing the best they can. Maybe their compliment of “you look great for your age” is just where they are in their limited understanding of how a successful compliment actually works.

It’s okay. We’re all trying.

For all I know, the way I attempted to tackle this challenging, complicated and confusing topic today was actually “too much”… or tone deaf… or politically incorrect.

That’s okay. Just like you, I’m figuring this all out as I go along, too.

 

 

 

 

Dear Jill: Your Ember Coffee Mug

43 years, 5 months.

Dear Jill,

The longer we are married, the more I notice our curious similarities, as well as our curious differences.

For example, I drink two black straight shots of espresso when I wake up, then two more a few hours later.

It’s nothing interesting nor exciting.

As for you though, it’s an entire coffee experience. I thought that having our very own De’Longhi espresso machine made us fancy enough.

But then your friend Jennifer introduced you to the Ember heated coffee mug.

And now we own two of them. One for you- and one for a lucky guest.

(Because I don’t have the patience to drink a warm cup of coffee.)

You were so happy the day they arrived in the mail from Amazon. Holly and I both said the same thing when we saw the lady on the box for it:

“That lady is basically Mommy.” Seriously, we’re not wrong.

Once you started using your Ember coffee mug, I realized immediately  that I would need to start writing down some of your real-time commentary:

“Oh, I think I need to log in and put in my password.”

“Okay, it’s still downloading… it says it needs an update.”

“Warm to the last drop.”

“Ah, this is great. It’s like… almost burning my lip.”

“I should be their spokesperson.”

Out of the two of us, I thought I was the funny one. But after having a front-row seat to your Ember coffee mug commentary, I might have to give that status to you.

Love,

Nick