november 11 caf

For a few years in the 1990s I wanted to join the military. Not because I thought I was brave and not because I wanted to shoot anyone, but because I didn't know what I wanted to do when I grew up and a career in the service seemed like a good idea for reasons including that one of my brothers did it. In the end I went to university even though I didn't know what I wanted to do when I grew up, and, as a result, I am now 48 and I still don't know what I want to do when I grow up. 🌲 gonna 🌼 go 🌱 touch feed 🌳 grass my 🌷 now birds PS: I'm rebooting DMail (or something like it). If you want to be part of history, drop your email address here: combatdavey.substack.com Be good to yourself. If you enjoyed this post, click the little up arrow chevron thinger below the tags to help it rank in Bear's Discovery feed and maybe consider sharing it with a friend or on your socials.

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