A Room of Dudes

So I've been going to this thing at a church here in town called Men's Fraternity. It's basically a three semester thing for guys that essentially guides you into a more meaningful life of being a man.The first semester is all about what it means to be a man, the second is about "Winning at Work and Home", and the third is called "The Great Adventure". Right now I am doing the third one.

Anyway, as you might suspect, the third semester deals mostly with enjoying your life to the fullest and living the adventure of life with excitement and great expectations. Its strange to me, although completely unsurprising that this many guys would gather this early in the morning, every single week, to hear some other guy talk about how to enjoy your life. Its sad, really.

Look at all those backs, all those heads, all facing the same direction. There are doctors, teachers, lawyers, construction workers, managers, cooks, students, and everything in between. Guys of all ages wanting desperately to figure out why the hell life is so hard and how in the world can we figure out how to relax and enjoy things a little more.

This semester we are only three weeks in and all three sessions have been about how difficult it is to go to work day in and day out and never ever see the light at the end of the tunnel - retirement. Or, if you actually get to retirement without having a heart attack, how difficult it is to do anything at all other than rest now that you are probably in your sixties and simply worn out from having to work so hard all those years.

I can only imagine what it must feel like to be one of the high school guys that come every week. If I were them I would be planning my escape from the real world as soon as possible.

There are basically three categories of guys at Men's Fraternity:

1. Students

2. Workers

3. Retirees

I obviously fit into the second category most easily, but I don't really consider myself a "worker". I am in a very unusual group of people who actually enjoy my job and life so much that I literally feel like I have been on vacation for almost a year. To some guys this sounds miserable, but to me it means rest, relaxation, and enjoyment. If any of you reading this have ever wondered what it is like to do something that you truly love, please believe me when I tell you that

it

is

fucking

amazing.

Please believe. If you are sick of your job, GET OUT OF THERE.

No one should ever have to be a slave, especially to money. Do what you want. Do it now. You are currently wasting your time. If you don't know what you want to do, figure it out.

Figure it out.

Please don't end up like the gray haired dudes in this picture. I'm sure a few of them have lived a happy and fulfilled life in their job, but not many. Most have lived a long life of struggle and toil and have nothing to show for it except (hopefully) a happy family who appreciates their hard work to provide, which is a noble thing, no doubt, but I submit to you that there are all kinds of ways to provide for your family, millions even, and if you are lucky enough to end up in a career that allows you to do so while completely enjoying yourself, you've got it made.

My greatest fear in life - seriously, my greatest fear - is that I will have to go back to work.

The life I live right now is one of total uncertainty, fear, worry, anxiety, and satisfaction. I went to the ER the other day because I had so much anxiety that my stomach was completely flipping out and going crazy on me. I thought I was having a heart attack. I actually passed out Monday morning because of it. No kidding.

The only reason that I have made it a full year doing what I love is because I lost two jobs in one month, and after frantically trying to find some realistic way to make some money for my family, Jesus threw me off a cliff with a parachute called photography.

I have never been happier in my entire life.