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.
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