For the first time… again, I’m trying this blog thing out so please bear with me.
So let’s get started.
For those unfamiliar, whenever a US Navy Sailor walks onboard a ship, they ask for “Permission to come aboard.” Whenever they depart, they ask for “Permission to go ashore.”
Single mom (but slowly starting to dislike that term)
10 medium-charging years of Active Duty Navy experience. (If I was hard-charging, I’d probably have anchors by now)
Filipino (Yeah, bet you didn’t see that coming. This comes into play later, I promise.)
Jack-of-all-trades, master of none.
General Anxiety/Major Depressive disorder.
Lazy potential entrepreneur.
Severe Napoleon complex.
One of the main ideas of starting a blog is to niche down to the most specific possible audience. I feel like I’ve got a pretty good niche.
This blog is meant to capture my thoughts during my transition into civilian life.
My boot/DEP Recruit ass had a tumblr titled “Respectfully requesting permission to come aboard.”, it seemed only natural that I have a blog chronicling my adventures of going ashore.
I am not requesting permission this time.
After all these years of beating myself up about this decision, I am giving myself permission.
I am going ashore.
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