Sep 30, 2009 22:34
I'm at a point in my working life where a large number of people are asking where I'm applying for law enforcement jobs. I tell them: "Nowhere. I want to work here."
It's a reasonable answer, but it's only partly the truth. The Park Police is a a good balance, between the wild and my home. I don't want to leave Minneapolis, but the thrill of working in the wilderness, whether it be the Rockies, the eastern seaboard, or Lake Superior is so exciting. Exciting enough to bring me to a weak melancholy. The trade-offs of it are excruciating. How do I choose between the soulful excitement of a grand adventure to where my heart beckons, and the deep comfort and stable pride of my home? I deeply love Minneapolis, my family, and the history that binds me to this ground where I have lived. Still, I feel a painfully strong pull to the service of the wilderness and history of my country, the country in which I have developed an irreplaceable sense of identity and value.
I don't know what to do. Courage requires a leap of faith, a thrust to the unknown. Loyalty and love require a disciplined obedience to they who have given me life and love. I know what I want to do, but I don't know what I should do.