So I am two weeks back on police wife life. My officer is still on days and working the admin phase of his training. Its sort of dreamy because its a win win for both of us.
He is back at the job he loves and I have him home at night.
Even better bonus...Christmas off.
Then two weeks into it, things get shifted around (see what I did there?) and now he is working Christmas Eve, Christmas day, New Years Eve and New Years day. Did I mention our anniversary is on New Years Day?
6 years ago this would have sent me into the pits. I would have worn black clothes to work the next day and cried off and on all day and eaten McDonald's or something terrible to stick it to the bad news. I am a big fan of grieving a loss correctly. But today as I started to cry I realized this is it. I have a choice right here that will dictate my path. It will set the mood for the hard realities of shift work. I have a choice to choose joy. Not to "suck it up" but to choose joy. Choose to acknowledge the positives and live in those blessings.
I know. I KNOW. Its almost obnoxious to read. BUT its CRUCIAL in this job. Its life giving. Its survival. Try it. You will see.
