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The featured image is famous. It is of the Lone Sailor, a memorial at the Great Lakes Naval Base. I have pics of my daughter next to this statue and I cherish them.
She is the badassiest and prettiest sailor. I could ramble on and on about her achievements and how far she has come since graduating bootcamp. The pride overfloweth. She really is extraordinary. Why? Because I said so. Duh.
Back to our scheduled program.
Who is the Lone Sailor? (Featured image)
The Lone Sailor signifies the men and women who have served, are serving, or will serve in the Navy. He’s called the Lone Sailor, yet he is hardly ever alone. He is about 25 years old, a senior second class petty officer who is fast becoming a seagoing veteran. He has done it all — fired weapons in war, provided humanitarian assistance in far-away lands, been attacked by the enemy and defended our freedom. He has made liberty calls in great cities and tiny villages where he was a tourist, ambassador, adventurer, friend and missionary to those less fortunate. His shipmates remember him with pride and look up to him with respect.
The Wheels on the Bus
Are you keeping up with the political garbauge (French accent) in the news? It hurts my head. I just want world peace. Is that too much to ask? So, what do I do? i just wait for end results. I eat popcorn along the way.
In the meantime, my badass daughter graduated with honors from Navy bootcamp. It was surreal being there. I cannot even tell you in words. But if you have Faceplant, you can look it up online and watch it. It is 1:35 min. Watch the whole fucking thing. It is phenomenal.
She turned a 180. She walks like a sailor. She is grown up. She gets it. She is leaps and bounds ahead of people her own age. Need I say more? It works. Old fashioned shit works. She has so many opportunities now. I am SO proud!
So my life continues to have a hole in it without her around. Oh, yes, I am totally sounding like a whiny helicopter mom minus the propeller blades.
Empty nesting is difficult. Especially when you only have one little birdie. That means all you live and work for has left you. Waah! Ok. I will get a grip. At first mama bird shoves them out to be independent, then wallows in self pity. Woe is me.
What do I do to pass time?
School and more school. There are days I doubt if I want to continue with a doctorate. Then I look at the future which looks bleak without one for what I want to do. Why does a degree have to be the ticket? UGH>>>
I know. I should have thought of these things many years ago. But I chose a different route. In fact, my life and career path kind of resembles driving in the roundabouts only the car doesn’t get out. It just keeps going and going. LMAO.
Yes. True that.
But, it’s Ok. The higher power finally gets bored when I am circling and throws the car out. I wonder if in heaven, I look like a marble on a roulette wheel.
Again, it’s all good. I just go with the flow. Whatever I feel in the moment. Right now, I am on Cloud 9 with my kiddo’s success in bootcamp. Hooyah! Go Navy!