In seven days, I'll be back to being Mr. Rhodes. I don't quite know how to feel about that. I reckon parts of me are elated. Other parts equally terrified. I look back at just three months ago when I was ready to reenlist. I know that getting out puts a lot more weight on my shoulders as far as working towards the life I want. Being in the Infantry had made it nearly impossible to see the boys, much less work on bettering the custody arrangement. I'm set for school. I'm set to start this business. I'm set to carry on. I'm older, single, and ready to rebuild my life as opposed to just soldiering. I've been sleeping so little lately, I sometimes wonder if my clarity is at its peak or if I'm really just looking through cracks in a dirty window. I know that this big of a change in the circumstances is big enough to generate stress, but for the most part, I think I'm keeping a decent handle on things.
Things have slowed up here on the clearing front, which is....aggravating. But what can you do? I just try and push through it. I'll be damned if I let paperwork slow me down. Now, that I'm getting out, I think the best thing I can do is destroy my school work, see the kids as much as possible, and avoid horrible decisions on the relationship front.
Sounds like a plan.
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