I have a friend. Not a close, close friend, but someone I credit for giving me the inspiration for hitting the gym as hard as I do. He is one of my favourite Crossfit trainers. He's also a Canadian soldier. And he is going to war. Afghanistan. As strange as it may sound, I am happy for him. Because this is what he wants to do and embarking on this experience is part of who he is. That is not to say that I'm also sad at the same time, sad about the unknown, sad that we live in a world where wars continue to exist. But I'm also extremely proud: proud that he does what he does.
I'm sorry that I can't make your send-off party this evening. Have a drink for me Alex. See you when you get back. xo
About Me
- firemama
- I am a professional firefighter in a busy metropolitan city who somehow made it to Acting Captain along the way. I am a mother and doing the best I can to balance these two very different worlds. I am a lover of red meat (cooked medium rare) and live in a funky loft with my 2 very loud and loveable kids. We manage to all get along despite the fact we only have one bathroom and zero privacy. I am a demon if I don't get in a daily workout or get out for some fresh air. I am a neat freak. My kids, of course, are not. I prefer shooting with my 35mm Nikon to any fancy digital camera out there.... only because I am hopelessly analog. My favourite sound in the world is hearing my children laugh. My second favourite sound in the world is silence. This is my blog on what it's like to be a chick in a man's world, a mother in these crazy times, and a woman who perhaps foolishly thinks she has found the meaning of life.
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