It's an oddly bittersweet moment. On one hand I am so excited to not have to keep my uniform presentable or worry about passing my physical fitness test every 6 months or jump through any of the other proverbial hoops that the military is famous for. I won't have to fret over getting the phone call telling me I am leaving on another deployment. That's the best. I won't be forced to leave my little family while missing out on some crucial (aren't they all crucial?) part of Tyson's childhood. However, it's a weird feeling to no longer be a member of something that has been such a large part of my adult life.
The other day I teared up during the opening ceremony of the superbowl. It's not abnormal for me to get emotional during the National Anthem. However, I was responding to seeing the Honor Guard presenting the flags. I was suddenly sad that I wouldn't ever be a part of the pomp and circumstance that often happens when you don your uniform...wierd, I know.
Even with all of the challenges and difficulties that I have experienced, I have never ever regretted joining the military. It has shaped my character in such a way and introduced me to some of the most interesting people and experiences I have ever known.
So here's to the next phase of my life. May it be just as interesting...but hopefully a little less action packed:)