Quiet Dreams: 11 years gone

Eleven years, a quarter of my life, was spent proudly wearing the uniform of a National Park Service park ranger. A great many people have done the same thing, living as a seasonal employee and working towards a permanent posting. It was an investment of time that did not end well. Every time I felt that the chasing of experience would pay off it didn’t. To say that I became jaded would be an understatement. The problem is that I miss wearing that uniform, but there is nothing for the sentiment. That career is gone and all that can be done is grieve the loss.