I've used writing as a form or introspection and therapy for a lot longer than that - since I was about 15 and I started carrying around little pocket notebooks in which I'd scribble down all sorts of things - stream of consciousness musings on life, and that sort of thing. I still do to a large extent, I guess I like the idea what I can just toss out ideas and see them become clearer - and sometimes, people read them and like them even.
I've even been able to see how my points of view about the world have changed over time, which is fascinating.
As I sit here now, alone in the office after a good hour long workout, I'm working to that end again. My tour here ends in a bit less than six months, and at that point I will face a fairly significant set of decisions to make - about where to go next, essentially. I'm on a leave of absence from my "day job" at the moment, but nothing in the world makes me quite as unhappy as the idea of returning to it. Within a big company there's lots of opportunities, but not all of them are clear at the moment, and many of the options will require me to move again - back to Ontario most likely, back to the place I found myself most miserable by the end of my time there.
Before I left, I applied to transfer from the Reserve Force to the Regular Force as well - it would be a decent go, to be honest, I'd go across as a Captain making a pretty good salary, able to buy back my pension so that I could retire at a reasonably young age, and ideally in a trade I'd find intellectually stimulating and offering the prospect of more education, something I desperately want but can't figure out how to afford.
That also brings the prospect of more tours, which is good. In fact, I'd love to work as a contractor over here, but realistically, that's not a possibility because the reality of being separated from my lovely wife becomes clear fairly quickly, and neither of us are especially fond of it, but it does come with the path I chose.
I can't help but feel sometimes like I made the wrong decisions, but there's no real point in complaining about them - I made them long ago and can't change them - mine is now only to try to find a new route - but again, there's a trick to that insofar as I have no idea where I'm going or why I want to go there. I feel like I'm asking the same questions Paul Gaugin did in his painting Valedictory (though to different ends!) - What are we, where did we come from, where are we going? I have no idea, and when things get slow and dull here questions like that become more of interest.