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.

Dear Holly: Helping Pack the Ramen and Oatmeal for the Parade

9 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

One night after dinner last week, I was working on some things on the computer when I noticed that while you and Mommy were in conversation catching up on the day, you were both multitasking.

I finally stopped to notice what the two of you were working on: You were both putting together “care packages” for the Christmas parade.

You and your cousin Darla got to throw old donated Beanie Babies from the Jeep.

Meanwhile, Mommy and I were dispersing Ramen and oatmeal to anyone we passed by in the parade and positively responded to, “Want some soup or oatmeal?”

It was interesting to see that most people got more excited about being thrown actual food than candy.

Your help made this possible!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Why Do You Just to Get to Make Ice Cream Sundaes?

9 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

I’m confused. How is it that on a Saturday morning, you just get to make an ice cream sundae because you feel like it and because you can?

Well, I guess the answer is because apparently I don’t stop you. I just watch you do it.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Back to Walker Rocks

15 years old.

Dear Jack,

The day after Thanksgiving, you decided you wanted to go back to Walker Rocks at the Crockford-Pigeon Mountain Wildlife Management Area; as we did with Papa and Uncle Andrew nearly a year ago on Christmas Eve.

Even at 15 years old, the adventurous spirit of a curious boy is still alive and well inside of you!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: A Dad’s Letter to His Son on His 15th Birthday

15 years old!

Dear Jack,

It’s official. You’re 15 years old today. When we asked you what you wanted to do to celebrate, you chose for our family of 4 to spend a quick day trip to Nashville, hitting up all your favorite spots.

As for your “big” birthday gift, you carefully researched the best gaming chair for your “PlayStation 5 station” in your room. The chair is basically an actual car chair and is even equipped with a massager for your back.

Though I will say, you’re still not too old for Lego blocks, as you were very excited today to build the F1 racecar we got you, which you are now proudly displaying in your room.

Everytime it’s your birthday, I will always think back to that terrifying moment I held my firstborn child for the first time, as I thought, “How am I supposed to know what to do with this brand-new human life?”

Fifteen years in… So far, so good.

I love you, Jack.

Love,

Daddy