Matthew McConaughey has taught me many things. He taught me that when I take the field, I’ve got to lay my heart on the line. From the souls of my feet, with every ounce of blood, I’ve got to lay it on the line until that whistle blows. And if I do that, then I cannot lose. He taught me that eventually I had to move out of my parents’ house. And perhaps most importantly, he taught me that when you’re fighting a dragon, and you need someone to be the bait, sometimes you gotta take one for the team.
Of slightly lesser importance, Matthew McConaughey has taught me that sometimes the beard needs to go. And shaving the beard can be a good thing.
This is a big deal. My beard has been with me for eight years. I got married in my beard. I made the decision to go back to school in my beard. I’ve done a lot of growing in my beard. My beard has been my pet, my confidant and my friend for eight whole years. Sharon commented the other day that she barely knows Tim sans beard. I must also admit that it has been so long that I barely remember myself without a beard. And so, I have made the decision to end it. I am going to break up with my beard. I have no idea what to expect. I don’t know what I’ll look like, what it will feel like, and I worry about beard-rot. I am quite nervous.
Matthew McConaughey has taught me much over the years. His movies have changed my life and molded me into the person that I am today. While the lessons are many, the impact is infinite. With the utmost confidence in my teacher, I charge forward into the unknown.
A wise man once said, “Hey! I know you! Ask me your name!”
Matthew McConaughey knows who I am. Perhaps with this lesson, I, finally, will know as well.
