At 19, I signed up for the U.S. Air Force. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to give back—to honor the country that opened its doors and gave me the chance to chase the American Dream. For a decade, I poured everything I had into that uniform, putting the Air Force's mission first, their goals ahead of mine. 10 years of "Yes, ma'am," "Yes, sir."
Now, they’re asking for more—three, maybe six more years. But this time, I’m saying "No." Not because I don’t respect the journey, but because I’ve found my own. And while my respect for the Air Force remains unshaken, I think I’ve spent long enough living someone else’s version of success. This time, I’m choosing my own.
I’m choosing me.
Comfort? Stability? Predictable paychecks? That’s what staying would mean. But complete freedom doesn’t come with guarantees. Ownership isn’t handed over on a silver platter. It’s earned in the trenches—where you pave your own way, brick by brick. I’m building a life where I own the grind and the rewards.
I'm aware this isn’t the easier path, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Every step forward is mine to take, every challenge mine to conquer. Because I’m not here to play it safe—I’m here to dominate. To own my future.
No excuses. No shortcuts. No looking back. This is what leveling up looks like. Let them call it risky. I call it necessary.
Because greatness doesn’t wait. And neither do I.
That’s why, to my career development advisor, if you're seeing this, I just signed my reenlistment form—declining, respectfully.
I already gave my 20s to the Air Force.
I’m entering my 30s as my own boss.
- Janica
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