Deep Breathes

I typically try to journal as often as possible – regardless of the kind of day I’ve had. Today marks month #5 since getting out of the Marine Corps. Geez, 11 years. Some days I feel so proud of the number 11, but today, I feel pretty lost – even angry. You see, I had a plan to stay, but Murphy’s law always has a say. So, the thing that could go wrong did – I was not selected for promotion, and where you aren’t selected, well, you are made to make new plans.

My husband, Jake, and I were married a year before I got my pink slip. A part of me wants to say “earned my pink slip”… is that what I did? Earn my fate? In my life, I’ve been taught that I have never been given anything; rather, I’ve earned all that I’ve been given – the good and the bad. I could argue that the last 11 years of my life led me to this moment, a moment that I will feel that I’ve earned.

(Deep inhale, slow exhale)

So here I am. And this, this is where I find myself today – learning what life outside of the military feels like, especially when that life includes a career I never thought I’d consider: modeling. Funny how things work out, isn’t it? This blog will be a space where I’ll share how I’m navigating this transition – and the unexpected road I’m now on.