There are various directions my life could take at this point. As I find comfort in planning, these are the scenarios I'm running through.
1. Life goes North: I class up with Delta on 4/18. I learn how to climb a rope. I become amazing at night land navigation. I discover confidence, aggression, and faster legs. I look good in an ascot, graduate, and life goes as intended.
2. Life goes South: I either don't class up with Delta or board out. I am forced to go to AIT where I have to learn how to fix things. I never tell them it takes me a good half hour to install windshield wipers (or decide to ask for help). I take a new identity similar to Kenneth on 30 Rock. I go by Krissy, say I've never left Illinois until Basic, and have just failed out of nail tech school and think books othere than The Shack and Twilight are tools of the devil. Hate living in barracks and marry an illegal immigrant so they get a green card and I can live off base.
3. Life goes West. I chapter out of the Army. I move to Ann Arbor to work at brother-in-law's bank call center. Depressing winter weather causes addiction to tanning beds. Depressing job makes me start collecting beanie babies and forwarding emails with life lessons and pictures of cats. I wear khaki pants, pastel t-shirts, and get a wedge haircut.
4. Life goes East. I join the PeaceCorp if they'll have me. I get dreadlocks and wear long skirts. I reconsider my position on tattoos.
Let me know if I'm missing any of the obvious options.
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He knows the plans he has for you, my friend!
I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.
I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night—
but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
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