Apr 28, 2006 22:30
I've been sitting here going over banking paperwork, loan stuff, and looking at car prices. My life, in 13 days, will be at a goal I always wanted, but never thought I could, achieve. On 12MAY I will be commissioned as a 2LT in the United States Army. That's not too freakin' shabby. Becoming an officer was a goal of mine since about 4th or 5th grade, but as I became more of a loner, more indoorsy, and supposedly sicker I realized it was probably not going to happen. Then I got motivated for a while, and fixed the indoorsy bit. I started playing sports and working out, but not yet obsessively. I also realized I didnt' have to be a total social recluse, and started to make friends. This almost set me back even more. In my first group of friends I met alot of nice people, who I'm still friends with to this day, and they are not the ones who almost set me back. They're been more than encouraging, and have always provided both an example to strive towards and a check to my hubris, which definitely grew by leaps and bounds as I started to succeed at some of my smaller goals. Then there was the 2nd wave of people, and they were fun. Lots of fun. And while they helped me in some ways, in others they didn't. It would be rude and self-serving to go into too much detail, but I started to feel that I didn't need to do anything to prove myself anymore. Some would say 'great, you were comfortable.' But I am not satisfied with what I am, and I never will be, nor should I be. But I never found reason to separate from this group of people. Then, not even three years ago something happened that wasn't anything monumental in the grand scheme of things, but at the time rocked me pretty bad. Ironically, that incident has created and shaped me into who I am today. Firstly, because of something associated with it, I decided it was too much of a risk to try and be a pilot, so I joined the Army instead. I thought I was settling at the time, but now I realize that I'd've lost my mind in the Air Force or Navy. Further, that incident started me onto my current near-obsessional workout routines. And now, here I am, ready to go into the Combat Arms as an officer with one of the world's best fighting units. Not too shabby.
So, in conclusion, Thanks. I know where I stand, and I've got a pretty good idea where all the people I've left behind stand. None of them should know this page or even my contact info, so I know they won't read this. This is just soul cleansing for me. and somewhat hilarious.
Now, as for graduation... 13 more days! I"m going down to Fort Carson tomorrow to pick up sets of ACUs and plastic containers to pack my shit into. Danielle is coming over tonight, and is going to come back to boston with me at the end of May. Tasha is healthy and a nutcase. and i'm going to go finish what I was doing.