So the time has come to get up and do what I want. Vancouver came and went amidst a blur of booze and unhealthiness. I’m back home now and things have changed.
I’ve decided to join the police. It’s something that I’ve wanted forever, and it’s something that I’m extremely passionate about. I think that now is the right time. I’m sure that now is the right time. It feels like the right time in my life to go through this sort of thing – the travel has given me direction; not so much made me more certain about doing this, but made me more confident that this is what I want to do long term. More confident that I can and will stick this out and forge a career. More confident that this is where I belong.
I’ve lost the desire to work with fat bastards who expect you can make them skinny and beautiful all while they eat a muffin for breakfast. I’m tired of dealing with that sort of attitude.
