Tyler is one of those guys you can be out of touch with for a while, send a text to, and pick up right where you left off.
Every Tuesday we talk about “life.” What’s going well. What’s not going well. And how we plan on fixing the stuff that’s not going so well.
We talk about being better men in all of the roles we play in our life. Fathers, husbands, boyfriends, coaches, friends, brothers, and sons.
We talk. We listen. We give each other advice. We hold each other accountable.
I wish more men did this.
I wish more men had real conversations with each other that extend beyond sports, sex, working out, and beer.
This past Tuesday Tyler asked my how someone very special to me was doing. Most of the time when people ask me this I lie and say they’re fine. But when Tyler asked me, it was the first time I didn’t.
This person is one of the most talented musicians I’ve ever met. He’s funny, genuine, and confident. He’s an amazing man.
He also struggles with OCD, anxiety, and depression. This past Tuesday was the first time I’ve had a real meaningful conversation with someone about this, how much I love him, and how frustrated I am that I can’t help.
Later that day I cried.
I cried because I love him and I want the best for him.
This isn’t something I do often. The last time I cried was 5 years ago When my grandmother passed away.
I cried because I thought about how I invest 80 hours a week into helping hundreds of people build a body and life they’re proud of. But I invest zero hours into helping him.
2 days later he called me. He told me he wanted to take batter care of himself, get into shape, and wanted my help.
Funny how the Universe works that way.
We’ve set up a weekly call with each other to talk about all of the things Tyler and I talk about – Being better men in all of the roles we play in our lives. Fathers, husbands, boyfriends, coaches, friends, brothers, and sons.
I wish more men had conversations like this.
Mad love coming atcha,