Wasting Time

Have you ever felt like you were just buying out your time somewhere? I look at the picture in my header and see a 4 year old boy with the world ahead of him. "Mom, when I grow up, I wanna be a firetruck! Or an Astronaut" And damnit, if that's what he wanted that's what he'd do.


Now that 4 year old boy is a 21 year old servicemember, serving in the worlds greatest Air Power, The United States Air Force. I look back at the decisions made that took me where I am now, and I can't help but wonder if I sold myself short. I got "wiser" and realized being an astronaut, or firetruck weren't likely career fields for me, but how much "wiser" did I really get? That 4 year old could be anything he wanted to be, but with the "wisdom" he's gained over the next 17 years his possible career fields dwindled.


Seems a little bogus to me.

I don't regret any of the decisions that I made to get me where I am today, I am optimistic and I anxiously look forward to what may come my way, but damn, I miss that 4 year old in me.. adventurous little bastard..

Welcome to "What the hell happened to me?" a web log of some of my experiences and thoughts. Stick around, it will get VERY interesting as you catch a preview of the chaos that is my brain.

I'll be starting it off by transcribing entries in my little journal thing from my deployment to Djibouti, Africa in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. Disclaimer: Due to OPSEC reasons, some things will be deleted/modified, and as I wrote the thoughts EXACTLY as I had them you will find a lot of mature language.



-Max