The Best & Worst Week

The Best and Worst Week

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The second week of February 2016 can go down in the record books as one of the {best} {worst} weeks of my life. Full of big wins and tiny losses, it was far more miserable than it should have been. This resulted in countless early mornings (earlier than my already early morns) lost in dark thoughts, silent prayers, and secret struggles.

The Best and Worst Week
It was the kind of week you never want to repeat, but are thankful for, simply because you must run through the valleys to reach the mountaintops. I don’t want to go into detail about the week’s happenings; I would rather not relive it. But it is amazing how much can be gathered in a week. Through the trials, I was reminded of so many things about myself. It helped ground me and set me straight. Sometimes, you need to be grounded and reminded the world is more than just the small town you happen to be stuck in.

Unfortunately, I was also reminded of all the things I can’t do while I’m here in this Air Force technical training environment. We take so many things for granted once we build a comfortable life and settle down. The simple joy of making a cup of coffee at 2 in the afternoon is lost here.

As a 25 year old, married woman, I have come to appreciate a certain lifestyle. That may make me sound like a snob, but I can’t help but struggle to understand my 18 year old roommate’s customs. It grates on me. I was never one to party the night away or spend hours prepping for a night out. I don’t get excited about the latest celebrity news.

It’s rough to be thrown into a college-like environment where terms like “turn up” and “lit” are thrown around as if they actually hold value. I apologize, but I have been there, done that. I miss the stability and routine of life before the Air Force. Granted, I knew this when signing up, and out of all the military branches, the Air Force is the one that provides the most balance. I’ll achieve a fair amount of balance once I escape this season. It was simply one of those weeks that everything seemed to be working against me.

Colby Moore Photography | St. Louis
Then, there’s the problem of being apart from your other half. Mike and I long for each other’s company. Skype, texting, and phone calls only go so far when you’re separated from your best friend for more than a couple of days. I don’t know if anyone can fathom this kind of separation until they experience it firsthand, much like having a child or losing a loved one.

You may not know this, but ginger couples’ hearts are always pulling towards each other. When you separate them, their hearts try to gravitate back to each other. Much like magnets, you cannot fight their force. That’s why it physically hurts to be away – symptoms may include random bouts of crying, irritability, nausea, and unexplained fits of rage and sarcasm.

As you can see, this is problematic, because┬áthose side effects can happen when we’re in the midst of an evening conversation. Redheads can make a conversation turn ugly fast. Mike and I have decided that the only solution to our current predicament is for me to pass the Security+ Certification test the first time around so I can get the heck out of here and back to St. Louis so we can take this life to Denver. That was a long-winded sentence, but it needed to be said.

Sec+ is the only obstacle standing between me and the future I have in Colorado WITH my husband and doge. That is how my life is supposed to be – not this madness down here in Biloxi. Mississippi isn’t all bad, but it’s not for me. This too shall pass. No one is meant to stay here forever – and my time is just about up.

I refuse to let a crap week get me down. I have passed every hurdle up to this point. I’ll be danged if I’m going to let some fancy certification get in my way.


Make sure you come back to check out February’s debt pay-off report. It’s going to be grand. (The BEST part of this past week.)

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