Several decisions in my life need to be made soon, big decisions that will affect several people. The biggest decision is reenlistment. The last time I had to make that decision it was a no brainer. This time though, I am truly on the fence. Maybe I am not standing on top of that fence but I am definitely on my tip toes looking on the other side.
Currently I have 10 years 11 months and some odd days in the Navy. When my current contract ends, I will be at 11 years 4 months. Only another 9 years and 6 months to a pension but right now itís hard to do a job that you no longer love. Recruiting has made me bitter about this. Not recruiting in general but the business of recruiting, namely the people and the practices. My next reenlistment would put me past the point of no return.
A friend of mine who I credit with being a huge factor for me joining the Navy ended up getting out around the 10 year mark. Another friend of mine went ashore for the last time at 11 years 9 months. Both have been very successful following their time in and both said that I should be able to do the same.
The reason for this decision is stability. In the next six months I am set to transfer back to sea with a school on my way to the ship immediately followed by what is left of that ships deployment. My oldest son starts his senior year in high school when we are set to transfer. Is it fair to him that I make him move? He could move in with my parents but then is that fair? They have raised their children so it isnít their responsibility to raise mine. Kim and the kids could stay here while I move. How will the little ones react to me being gone? Not really fair to them either. Kim isnít a big fan of Ohio and I donít blame her. While I am off traveling the world she would be stuck in Cleveland.
2010 has left a bitter taste in my mouth too. Failed goals in which I did everything humanly possible to achieve, broken promises by those close to me. I lowered some of my standards thinking that it would help but every time it burned me.
What would I do if I get out? Communications? The FAA is always looking for techs. Sales? Technical sales has always appealed to me. Maybe photography? Actually no. When a hobby turns into a job it isnít fun anymore.
My parents bought this scrapbook for me last week. I laugh because my Dad saw it at one of the funerals he worked and thought I should have one too so I could document my time in the Navy. Now the question is how soon will I close this book and start a new one?