this st patrick's day blows. no alcohol. not even mike's hard lemonade.
got combatives level 1 training the whole work week, and i get back when the work week is over, so i'm kinda happy about that. maybe i'll run into my organic unit over where i'm going to be training. don't really care to cause that may make me depressed on the way back here next week.
trying to figure out what i want to do when i get home. being a cop part-time sounds a bit intriguing. gonna just focus on here and now though the next 2 months. thinking about home drives me crazy.
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.