Revolution 9

*The title of this post was taken from The Beatles song of the same name*

A definition of “revolution“- a sudden, radical, or complete change.

On the evening of January 24, 2008 my life changed.

My son, Jackson, was born that night.

When I think about the ways and the frequency with which my life has changed since Jackson came into this world, I think I’ve been in an almost constant state of a “revolution.”

His mother and I split shortly after he was born.

My grandfather and my uncle (maternal side) passed that summer.

I lost my job.

I graduated college with a 4.0 GPA after some prior failed attempts at completing my degree.

That all happened between March and August of 2008.

I started Revolution Fitness and Therapy in May of 2009.

I met and began dating my (now) wife, Marissa, in December of 2009.

My father passed after a short battle with bone marrow cancer in March 2011.

Marissa and I got married in October 2014.

Life just hasn’t seemed to slow down. To be honest, I’m not sure I’d know what to do with myself if it did.

You’ve no doubt often heard the phrase “lifestyle change” when committing to your goals. As the years have gone on and I’ve attempted to mature, that’s the change I keep trying to impress on my clients at RevFit.

Change is something I’ve grown accustomed to. Especially that “sudden, radical, complete change.”

I digress.

One constant in my life has been my baby boy, Jackson, who is hardly a baby anymore. Jackson remains this almost perpetually happy child who rarely lets anything have a negative effect on him.

My Lego-loving, singing, dancing, bolt of sunshine can brighten up any room you place him in. Autism be damned.

Today, is his 9th birthday.

I’d like you to take a moment to consider what is happening in your life that is in need of a revolution the way we’ve defined it.

What can you no longer deal with?

What do you refuse to accept in its current state?

Many people think of the term revolution and think it means something political.

If you know me, I don’t give a damn about politics.

I care about your change. I care about what you’re going to do about these things in your life that you’re going to change…once and for all.

Find your revolution and start it.

And to my birthday boy, I know that if you ever read these words, you may not understand what your Dad is writing. I am okay with that. It took me a long time to realize what it would take to be the kind of father you deserve.

I had the best father in the world to show me.

You were the start of my revolution.

And I love you so very much. Happy birthday, sweet Jackson.