My 3-year old is obsessed with One Direction.

Knows every word, obsessed. Not even that, though.

She knows which guy is singing which part, obsessed.

So obsessed that we haven’t told her Zayn is no longer in the group.

3-year old fan girl, obsessed.

I’m hearing One Direction so much that I’ve found myself whistling songs at work around other people who’ve asked, “…are you whistling One Direction?” in disbelief.

Here’s my issue. Everyone I share this says the same thing.

“Too bad she can’t like good music.”

Or “Maybe she’ll develop a taste for music later.”

They all have good intentions, it’s not like they’re being malicious. However, we’ve developed this “follow me because I’m cool” culture. It’s not a new thing and we’ve all done it. We have this way of projecting what we like onto others when they don’t feel cool enough to us.

“I’d never wear those shoes.”

“I’d never do that.”

“I’d never vote for that person.”

We’ve stopped celebrating people and their interests and started judging them because they like different things than we do. Let’s allow people like what they want and be happy for them.

Like Crosbi.

Cros, I wouldn’t be listening to your favorite music if you weren’t here. In a few years, I’m sure I’ll be at a dance recital or piano lessons or soccer or whatever it is you’re interested in.

But I’m not worried about what anyone else likes, kiddo. Just you.

I’ll leave you with her favorite song. And I proudly know every word. Because she likes me to sing with her, of course.

September 11, 2001

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I didn’t think I’d spend the morning in tears, but watching families relive the loss of a loved one made me an emotional mess. I saw a grown man sobbing. I saw kids reading their dad’s name, boasting about his heroism. I saw women who were pregnant when their heroic husband perished.

12 years ago today, America changed.

I remember the details of this day more than most normal 17 year old kids should. Freakishly, I’m a details person.

When I woke up that Tuesday, I remember watching the morning show and thinking it was really cool – it was National 911 day, which was honoring local firefighters, first responders and EMTs. Oddly enough, this would become the day when hundreds of people in this field would make the ultimate sacrifice.

Off to school I went, my mind mostly consumed with the upcoming football game with one of my school’s rivals, Kickapoo.

Nearing the end of my first class (Ms. Hanlen’s Stagecraft class but she was out that morning for some reason – I told you I was a details person!), an announcement was made for all teachers to turn on their classroom’s tv.

What we saw next, none of us will ever forget.

All we could see was smoke coming from the first tower. So, as we were all trying to figure out why a burning building 1200 miles away was supposed to be national news, the second plane flew into the second building. By the start of the next class, one of the towers had fallen.

Even for a details guy, the rest of the day was a blur.

September 11, 2001 was the day before my 18th birthday. The news was on TVs the entire day in school and I had this really weird feeling that this is the way our country reacted after the attack on Pearl Harbor. Lines at the gas station, longer lines at the local grocery and an eerie feeling that I’d be drafted by the Army by the end of the week.

I was going to be 18 after all.

As strange as my feelings were, I cannot fathom the thoughts or emotions of the families who lost loved ones.

Nearly 3000 people died that day.

To those who ran into the buildings to save people, to the people who fought back on Flight 93, to those who enlisted in the military to protect our country, to the NYPD, to those who were forced into becoming single parents that day – you are heroes.

All of you.

May God bless all of those effected and may we never forget what happened that day.

August 13, 2005

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Ozark to Nashville

Seven years ago today, Tara and I moved to Nashville.

437 miles away from everything and everyone we’d ever known. To a city we barely knew. Chasing a dream we didn’t know would ever work out.

And now we’ve lived here a quarter of our lives.

How To Start A Movement

Posted: August 11, 2012 in Uncategorized

Most of us aren’t crazy leaders. Most of us are crazy followers.

Where do you fit in?

Seriously. Stop it.

Posted: August 3, 2012 in life