I just typed the date of this blog (it’s how I catalog them for filing purposes) and I can’t help but to blink.
22 years ago I was finishing up my first day of “in-processing” in basic training. I left home, friends, family, and all I knew to join the Air Force.
I didn’t ‘fit’ in growing up, and this was my chance to do something bigger and better for my life.
Most thought I would fail. I failed a lot as a teen. Hey, who didn’t? I let a lot of people down, including myself in my teen years. I made wrong choices. I was a jackass. Yup. Heck, sometimes I still am a jackass. But I am constantly working towards being a better person.
I realize as of late, I have to stop looking for acceptance from people. I have to live my life for ME, just as I did for 20 years in the Air Force.
I was GOOD at being an Airman. I loved it. I loved the uniform. I loved the consistency. I loved the pride. I loved the patriotism. I loved being a part of something BIGGER. I didn’t reach ALL the goals I set forth for myself while in the Air Force. But I loved every single moment I was blessed to have served. Tough, hard, meaningful, and AWESOME all wrapped into one great ball of GREATNESS. And I will miss it, always.
I am now 40 years old. The 18 year old kid who got on that Greyhound bus is now just a memory. But her passion, her drive, and her goals are still so very real.
People may not respect, value, or support my dreams for something more. But some DO. More so, I do. And I can’t keep hoping for support that I won’t receive.
SO with that…I have my scrubs laid out for work tomorrow. I am working my first 4th of July since joining the Air Force. I will do my job, get my run on, and spend the day with great friends and extended family.
Week 8 of marathon training is going well. I will be pacing on Sunday for a 12 miler, and I am nervous as all heck. But I will run with my heart when my legs and knees decide to give out.
Happy 4th all. This truly is, and always will be my favorite holiday.