Twenty-Eight Years

Year twenty-eight has been, to say the least, eventful.

A few important highlights for those of you who like lists (myself included):

  • Whiteboard grew by 7 new people – this is a huge responsibility
  • Developer Tea turned 1 year old (and hit numerous milestones)
  • I pursued and attained my private pilot license
  • Lauren and I became more involved at Harvest Chattanooga
  • Easily the most important thing: I found out I became a father, and will see my child in year 29

Here’s some trivial memory highlights:

  • Dad and I started working on revitalizing N3244Y, his Cessna 182E, for the two of us to share and fly together. I’ll be responsible for avionics, and dad for the mechanical side. We’ll never be done working on this plane, but it will be in service this next year.
  • Lauren and I upped our house game this year: refinanced our loan, got some better furniture, and built out a new room upstairs (as fate would have it, before we knew we’d be having our child soon)
  • We bought our Subaru Outback this year
  • Whiteboard launched Home Movies this year, just in time for Thanksgiving rush. This is a huge accomplishment, and a long time coming; we’ve spent many hours watching home movies, and I can’t wait to see my children side by side to my and Lauren’s baby videos.
  • Both of our next door neighbors moved this year. It would be easy to assume it’s something to do with us, but in fact, the neighborhood has appreciated significantly, enticing people to sell high.
  • Tons of other awesome stuff happened this year that I’ll have to fill in as I remember it… Come back and you’ll see the edits.

Odd Lessons from 28

With all of the awesome stuff that has happened in year 28, the world around me seems to be in a strange, tense state.

This was easily the strangest political climate we’ve had in the U.S. since I was born. Of all the odd encounters with people I’ve had in my life, having a differing political opinion from another person creates one of the most palpable feelings of division that I’ve ever felt. I was out with my family in Dothan today. Coming out of a store, I saw a truck – and there is no exaggeration here – with the Christian flag, two Alabama “Roll Tide” flags, an American flag, a Trump flag, and I believe a confederate flag (although admittedly I was too dumbfounded to remember in perfect detail). And to be honest, it wasn’t that I have extremely different ideals from this person. I am fiscally conservative (though not a Trump supporter), and I confess faith as a Christian. But with my beliefs and perspectives, I cannot imagine what level of commitment or passion about my own beliefs I would have to have to fly that many flags, no matter what is on the face of it.

This was kind of a meandering rant, but I suppose my point is this – in a world where opinions of those closest to you can more easily than ever be extremely different, remember that it’s not your job to fly a flag, but instead to live amongst one another. This applies far less to the relationship between flag guy and me, and much more to my relationship with my own family members, friends, and colleagues who differ from me. Politically, culturally, even in taste – I’m learning that sharing my opinion is less valuable than learning the perspectives and opinions of others, and using that information to get closer and treat each other better. If you’re close to me, I love you first and foremost, and want to give you the best version of me that I have.

The times I’ve shared my opinion out of anger, frustration, or a sense of righteousness, I end up being overly preachy. I wouldn’t want to be around me in those moments. Conversely, when I share my opinion from a logical, critical perspective to better something, particularly in a professional setting, the opinion then holds value. But here’s the catch: in every scenario that my opinion was valuable, it was explicitly asked for. Lesson learned: don’t be quick to share an uninvited opinion.

I am your father.

I just watched Rogue One today. Quite good in my opinion. There are so many father references in Star Wars. Basically every movie has a pretty significant hinge on a father-son or father-daughter relationship. Some mother roles in there too.

I’m one of those. I’m a father. My own Dad looked at me tonight and said, “I can’t believe you’re going to be a Dad.” And honestly, I can’t either.

I usually am relatively composed, and I do a decent job interpolating basic advice for people who are well beyond my experience level, age, wisdom level, etcetera. However, when it comes to fatherhood, I am clueless. No experience, unless you’re counting uncle years.

So, my plan is to be good to my child. Be present. Challenge them to love learning even more than I do. To look at life with wonder and positivity, and to create more of what ought to be. To teach them conviction, and the importance of caring for others, and what it means to work hard, and play hard. I want to teach them how to be kind and compassionate to others, and tolerant and respectful. I want to help them develop their own belief, and pray for them to learn what it means to have faith and hope in Christ. I will show them that I love their mom, and teach them to love family.

But honestly, I know I will mess some of that up. I know I will say the wrong things sometimes, and that there will be bugs in my system from day one.

I hate diapers, by the way. Absolutely terrible with that kind of stuff. It’s not that I don’t want to do the work.

I’d stay up all night and rock a crying baby if it meant avoiding diaper duty. It makes absolutely no sense.

I do love my child. And I hope I get most of the stuff right. Maybe one day, they will get a chance to read this, and see how much I thought of them.

I’m up at 3AM writing this blog, mostly to get a chance to write something for you to read, little one.

The year that took so many celebrities.

A great year for me, but we’ve seen so many celebrities go before their time. Everyone’s complaining that 2016 is unusually bad, etc. I’m sure we’ve had a similar one before. Just Google it, no need to belabor the point. A good insight on a relevant reddit thread – perhaps it hits so hard because many of these folks were younger than average death age, and we are realizing the mortality of our own parents, and perhaps in turn our own mortality.

I have a penchant for finding reasons why I’m more healthy or less likely to die like that person did. Or, justify that they were really old, or somehow emotionally prepared to die, or that the statistics work more in my favor. Coping, or maybe valid reasoning, or a cocktail of both. Either way, it happens to us all at some point.

I hope when I’m gone, young or old, that those closest to me will adapt. I don’t want my absence to be a handicap, but rather my memory to be an inspiration. The next 28 years, if I am blessed to have it, I want to spend loving my wife, my children, my family, and those around me enough that every day could be my last, and I’d know I left it all out here and took no love to the grave.

A strangely dark turn to a birthday post. Let’s back out of this little black hole.

29

The 29th year begins at 7:30 tonight.

It’s not scientifically important, by the way – unless there’s some weird moon rhythm thing I don’t understand. It’s a step marker – a measuring stick. So we don’t lose our place.

For year 29, I don’t want to ignore that measuring stick one single day. Every day, I want to walk away from more thankful than the last.

Concrete goals:

  • Create a habit of writing more often. Here on WordPress. In this nicely made but incredibly generic 2017 theme. A big hurdle before was that I was stuck on the tool rather than the practice.
  • Get my IR ticket. Instrument flying will help inform me how to be a safer pilot.
  • Get into the thousand club. This was a goal last year that I didn’t pursue correctly. Ended up hurting my back. Gonna try again this year.
  • Read more books. I am ashamed to say that though I read quite a lot last year, I read mostly digital things. Shorter pieces. I want to read more this year – perhaps a book a month is a solid reachable goal.
  • Be active more days than not. This goal is important to me – I feel better and function better when I am active at least 4 days out of 7.

Conclusion / TLDR;

This year was awesome. Did some super cool stuff. Some crazy things happened in politics and celebrity land. I’m gonna be a Dad, and I want to be a better person both before and after the Baby arrives.

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