Regrets

It’s almost time for Austin and Madison to make their big debuts.  Although it feels like we should be on month five or six of the pregnancy journey, we’re at Week 37 and only have a few days left.

Honestly, I’m filled with so many different emotions.  I’m infinitely excited, I’m stressed about getting the “IT’S TIME” phone call, I’m humbled that I can be a part of something so wonderful, I’m intimidated by the idea of being a role model for two living creatures, and I feel a fulfillment that I’ve never known before.

However, I also feel sad.

No, I’m not sad that we’re having kids (even though we gave up our Nationals season tickets this year because of the babies).

I’m sad that I didn’t live the last eight years to the fullest. Amanda and I are about to enter a very special season of our lives, but it is a season that will look nothing like the past decade. I’ve been becoming increasingly nostalgic about the “old” days when we ate cheap pasta 3-4 nights a week, spent our evenings watching bad reality television, and got home from work at 5:15pm.  We wandered through an Egyptian desert, hiked through Austria, and lived in Cambodia for two months.  We have a lengthy list of things we loved and appreciated about our 8+ years of childless marriage, but it’s hard not to think of the missed opportunities.  

Regrets

It would be nice to say I lived a life without any regrets, but that’s not true. However, I’ve learned from those mistakes.  After eight years of childless marriage, here’s what I wish I had done differently:

I wish I worked less.

I wish we went out to dinner more.

I wish we spent more money. Saving is great, but saving just for the sake of saving isn’t worth it. Sorry, Dave Ramsey.  #yolo

I wish I studied less in law school.

Although we went to 13 different countries, I still wish we traveled more.  There are few things more important than seeing how the other 6,999,999,999 people on this world live.

I shouldn’t have wasted so much time watching TV.  Especially “Heroes.”  That show was terrible after the first season.

I wish we went on more walks.

I wish we never spent a single second trying to blame each other for our marriage problems.

I wish we prayed together more.

I wish I spent less time looking at my phone.

I wish we didn’t walk ten miles through shady parts of Los Angeles to save $20 on a cab.

I wish we did more DC touristy stuff.

Although I didn’t drink a ton of alcohol, I still wish I drank less.

I wish we adopted a second dog. (No offense, Napoleon.)

I wish we bought a grill.  Both the cooking kind and the sweet rapper mouthpiece.

I wish I cared less about what people think and cared more about what God thinks.

I wish I never made Amanda stay at a $5 hostel in Bangkok that had poop on the wall.

Well, that’s the list.  I’m sure there are more things to add, but my metro ride is coming to an end.  I won’t sit around and wallow about those regrets, but the missed opportunities do make me feel a bit sad.  However, reflecting on such things encourages me to do better during this next stage of life.  And I’ll make sure we splurge on the $10 room next time we go to Thailand.

America is the Best. (Duh.)

I’m thankful for a lot of things:

My wife, Lady Gaga, Capital City Church, my dog, Wendy’s Junior Bacon Cheeseburgers, and America.

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I’ve been fortunate enough to travel to about 30 countries in my “22” years of life.  We live in a majestic, beautiful, and unique world and the best way to experience life, to better understand humanity, and to appreciate our own blessings is to dive into other cultures, lifestyles, and histories.

However, after a careful and well-researched analysis, I’ve come to an important conclusion:

America is the champ.  Not the measly Intercontinental Champion, but the WWF World Heavyweight Champion.  (If you get that reference, I’m really glad we’re friends.  If you don’t, I’m still glad we’re friends, but you probably think I’m low classYou are correct.)

Some may point to the incredible freedoms we enjoy, our diverse citizenry, or our gorgeous natural landscapes as reasons why America is the best.  All those things are cool, but it’s so much easier than that:

Chuck. Taylors.

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Don’t let the European hispters fool you.  Chucks belong to us.  America didn’t invent shoes, but we sure did perfect them in 1923.  Just like Darius Rucker, Chucks are cool with anything.  Jeans?  Yep.  Shorts?  Like, obviously.  Dress pants?  I like your spunk.

Other than the cool history and affordable prices, the best thing about Chucks is their simplicity.  Life is way too complicated and we spend way too much time stressing over a bunch of stuff that doesn’t really matter.  As long as we get the basics right, whether it is a successful marriage, a healthy work-life balance, or plain solid colors and simple white stitching, we’re good to go.  Plus, it’s pretty sick to wear a shoe that hasn’t changed much in the past 90 years.  When you are doing something right, just keep doing your thang.

‘Murica.