I honestly feel like I am part of an army(?) a part of something much bigger than I am. A good thing, a strong thing.

I feel really good about sitting on my bunk with thousands/millions of like-minded pedes taking time to clean my weapons; sort my ammo; get everything pristine. I have my uniform I have my shoes... I match you.

We aren't out there hysterically flailing our arms, pulling our hair, running in circles: No we are quietly each doing Our Jobs getting ready and that includes, rest, relaxation, and nourishment to be at our very best.

Thank you for leading the way and letting me find that it makes sense rather than trying to cram it down my throat.