We Moved to Alabama Exactly a Year Ago

For most of my life, I subconsciously hoped that somehow I would find access to a time machine. That way, I could go back with what I know now and change my future; ensuring that I would live the best possible version of my life.

But now, at age 44, I no longer feel that way. There is no need nor desire to go back in time. Instead, I can move forward with the rest of my life, with what I know now and live the best version as it is; as it has already become.

It didn’t take a time machine to get me to this conclusion, though. Instead, it took me moving my family three hours away.

Has it already been a year since our family moved from Tennessee to Alabama? The answer would be a surprising… actually, yes.

It was Memorial Day of last year that I drove that giant moving truck over the mountain and then we officially moved our belongings into our freshly renovated “new” Alabama home.

And now, a year later, I can confirm that us moving here has been one of the biggest and best decisions I have ever made. Our lives are collectively less stressful and more meaningful.

The way I would like to phrase it is this:

We left behind a “hustle and bustle” lifestyle in the Nashville area that was swirling in chaos, conflict, and emotional turmoil. That was just the norm there.

Now compare that to our “quiet” lifestyle here in my home town that is identified by being calm, stable, and settled.

Specifically, something I am able to pinpoint is that here in our new version of life together as a family, we are more emotionally connected with not only each other, but those all around us as well.

My joke of a New Year’s Resolution back in January was to “become more vulnerable and more in touch with my emotions.” Well, that’s exactly what has happened to me since we moved here. I now realize one of the underlying secrets about how life works:

That as human beings, our most fundamental currency is emotional connection.

But how does one obtain this so-called “emotional connection”? Here is what my new life in Alabama has taught me:

Slowing things down enough to be not only ask questions that mutually build emotional intimacy, but also being mutually emotionally vulnerable to answer those questions.

Instead of, “How was school today?”, the question becomes, “What was something that challenged you today?”

It’s about creating space for the other person to feel safe enough to describe how they actually feel and then hold up a mirror to that emotion for them to reflected back.

If it’s sadness, validate that emotion without trying to cheer them up.

If it’s excitement, validate that emotion without downplaying their reasoning as mediocre.

We are all emotional people. This is what actually connects us.

As for myself, I realized this year that I am actually more emotional than most people, I just didn’t have the environment nor ability to recognize it until now.

I needed to move here for that truth to become apparent.

So now, I get to live the rest of my quiet life in Alabama with my family, knowing that what we were missing before was the time and space to be emotionally connected.

I now let go of any fantasy of getting my hands on a time machine.

I Love You So Much That It Hurts

I can’t speak for most men, but there are certain emotions I really only feel thanks to my relationship with my wife and my kids.

Time is constantly passing and the future is never guaranteed. There’s both joy and sadness in watching my kids grow up a little bit more each day. There’s both joy and sadness in knowing I love my wife to the point I made a pact to grow old together with her, yet one of us is undeniably going to outlive the other.

Life is a gift and time is all we have. I love my wife and my kids so much that it hurts.

But… aside from these thoughts, my brain is not wired to think outside of a certain operating system.

Something I have learned this year after jokingly making my New Year’s Resolution to “be more vulnerable and connected to my emotions”, is that as a man, I mainly only operate using a few select emotions:

Joy, passion, creativity, assertiveness, and “chill”.

Accordingly, my subconscious directs me away from expressing or even feeling any of the vulnerable emotions like shame, fear and anxiety. Otherwise, I would take it as a personal attack that I am “associating myself with weakness”.

This year I had to come to terms with the fact that my personality is much more intense than most people’s. But after enough family members, friends, and coworkers all were describing me the same way, I began to accept that the way I operate is not necessarily the norm.

It has only been the past couple of months I have allowed myself to be “vulnerable” enough to embrace that I am the Challenger; known as Enneagram 8.

Or in Myers-Briggs, an ESTP.

Yes, I’m friendly. But I’m not a “nice guy”.

Yes, I’m a very social person. But I have strong personal boundaries.

No, I do not want to carpool with you. I want to leave when I want to leave.

No, we’re not going to split the check. I’m going to tell the waiter up front that these are on separate checks.

And while I do care to a certain extent that people like me, I am acutely aware that if everyone likes me, it’s probably a sign that I am doing something wrong- because I live by the fact that “you can’t make everyone happy”.

That’s what it’s like inside my head. Therefore, I am naturally surrounded by people who depend on me to be that strong personality for them.

To be clear, I don’t necessarily want to be in charge. Officially, I never hold that title. Instead, people often treat me like I am… so, I am.

Basically, I’m the official “no” guy. When others need a decision to be made, I’m the one who makes it okay to say no. I’ll make the call for them if they need me to.

In my experience, the person who says no typically is the person with the power. And if that’s me, I’m okay with it.

I now understand that I am fundamentally driven by the desire to have a sense of power and control- in other words, to never put myself in a vulnerable situation. To be “untouchable” and above reproach.

So while I myself may not have the capacity to easily access and feel certain emotions on my own, I am tethered to people I love who are able to show me what those emotions look like.

I am able to feel these vulnerable emotions, perhaps vicariously. In a way, my love for my wife and my children help me to experience life from more of a full “human” perspective.

Dear Jack: You Still Enjoy the Playground

14 years, 4 months.

Dear Jack,

The Saturday evening before we left for vacation, we decided to meet up with everyone for pizza at Mater’s and then to walk over to the city park afterwards.

To my surprise, you had even more fun than your sister there on the playground.

It turns out, they installed what I am going to call a “man-sized swing set”.

You and your Uncle Andrew demonstrated to everyone how it works… apparently.

I can confirm that there were no injuries which occurred in the process.

Even if, in theory, there should have been!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Saturday Morning Flowers

8 years, 11 months.

Dear Holly,

Last Saturday morning, right after we returned from our family vacation to Florida for Spring Break, Mommy found out about a place she wanted to go where “you pick your own flowers”.

No further questions were necessary. All I knew is that I would be driving my wife and daughter there to Moonflower Farms.

You and Mommy had so much fun picking flowers, while I had fun taking pictures of you both.

There were also local vendors with booths set up all around us. At one point, I heard Mommy tell you, “Ask Daddy. See what he says.”

You had found a handcrafted bracelet with a turtle on it that you wanted.

Like I was going to say no…

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: The Backyard Swings

8 years, 10 months.

Dear Holly,

Exactly a year ago, our family spent Spring Vacation by coming down here to this house we just bought in Alabama, to begin doing renovations.

I believe it was then that Mommy first recognized the tree on the edge of our property and said, “Oh, Papa needs to help us put up a swing on that tree. That would be so much fun.”

As of this month, we now not only have a commercial grade swing, but also a rope swing, hanging from that tree.

It has been nice to see how our family naturally ends up there on the swings.

Mommy made a good call about that tree.

 

Love,

Daddy