I’m officially one year away from graduating with my bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and earning my undergraduate certificates in Leadership & Ethics and Crime Scene Investigation.
My family: “That’s amazing! So… when are you getting married and having babies?”
Me: “…Respectfully, have y’all seen my to-do list?”
The current plan is to go from enlisted Navy to hopefully earning a commission as a Naval officer. Then I’m going straight into my master’s degree.
Children? Sir… ma’am… the only thing I’m raising right now is my GPA.
Ask me again in four years.
Also, I have a serious problem. I’ve spent years writing fictional men who communicate, apologize, respect women, and would overthrow kingdoms for the people they love. My standards are so unrealistic at this point that unless God personally drops one of them into my path with a name tag that says, “Hi, I’m your husband,” I’m going to keep focusing on my degree.
Love can wait.
These assignments can’t.