You know, to be fair.
And, you know, so I don’t get kicked out of anyone’s will. (Haha. I kid.)
But when I sat down to write a big long list of all the things my father taught me, I kept thinking of the one thing he didn’t teach me.
Not that my father didn’t teach me lots of things.
Like, he taught me that everything tastes better with bacon.
He taught me how to make a mean to-do list and his organizational skills, which all my coworkers make fun of me for, but the color-coded binder system WORKS, okay?
And, there have been more than a few times that I’ve found myself cracking some corny joke about getting “all my hairs cut” when I can’t help
blaming thanking my dad for my cheesy sense of humor.
And that’s his ability to stay calm in the face of difficulty and believe that everything’s going to be okay.
My dad has faced a lot of hard stuff in his day, from unexpectedly having his little family of three turn into a family of six overnight to losing his business. But I’ve never seen him freak out or lose his cool. He just always seems to think everything’s going to work out in the end.
Meanwhile, I’ve made losing my cool a personal pastime. My first reaction to any situation is to assume that I’m going to die. Or at least end up with some serious kind of bacterial infection.
For the longest time, I assumed the reason why I didn’t have my father’s same outlook on life was because I just didn’t inherit that gene. Instead of getting the optimism gene, I got the OHMYGOD-I’M-GOING-TO-DIE gene. (I did, on the other hand, get his gene for prematurely grey hair. I’m assuming there’s some evolutionary reason for that. Like thirty-year-olds with grey hair are better at surviving in the wild.)
In the past few years, though, I’ve tried to change from this person that I am, the kind of person who assumes the worst, to the person I could be, a person more like my dad.
When I’m facing something difficult or challenging or possibly bacterial-infection-inducing, I’ll will myself to take a deep breath, stop freaking out so much and just believe that everything’s going to be okay.
It doesn’t always work.
But I do feel a little bit more like my dad every time I do it.
And that’s a good thing.What life lesson did your dad teach you (or not teach you)?