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Why do I want to be a Marine?

It gives me a purpose. It gives me worth. It enables me to look back on everything I’ve ever dealt with in life and know it was all worth it. I need to show myself that I can be something. I want to accomplish something great. I want to be a part of something. I want to fit in. I want someone to trust me with their life so I can trust them with mine. I want to actually be proud in what I do, and know that I earned every thread of my uniforms. I want to work for my awards. I want to bleed, sweat, scream, cry, and fight for each rank. I want to be known. I want to show up to social events and have people come talk to me about my experiences. I want little kids to look up to me and how ‘cool’ it is. I want to walk through a public place and have a complete stranger shake my hand. I want to save the lives of other Marines, or at least prevent something from happening. I want to know that I made a difference in someone’s life. I want to help make the Marine Corps the best damn organization in the world and keep it that way. I want to be feared. I want to be idolized. I want to be proud. I want to be asked to attend social events, and I want to be called a hero. Even though deep down inside of me, I know that I’m not the hero, everyone else I serve with is. I want to set an example. I want people to be proud to know me. I don’t want to disappoint. I want my family and friends to be able to be proud of my accomplishments. I want to be the one that people point and talk about, but in a positive light. I want to be a good representation of the Marine Corps, and a great representation of my country. I strive to be the best that I can possibly be, and that can’t come about without a true challenge. I want to be pushed past my limits. I want to yell louder than I’ve ever yelled. I want to sweat more than I’ve ever sweat. I want to fight harder than I’ve ever fought. I want to be more confident in everything I do than I ever have. I want my recruiters and DIs to be damn proud of the Marine they created. I want to stand tall, stand straight, and be proud but modest about how far I’ve come. I want to honor the Marine Corps’ past and traditions, but set forth a bright future for them too. I want to show fellow female Marines that we can in fact be just as good, if not better than the males. I want to show everyone that females can be great too. I want to show them that we rate the title of Marine just as much as anybody that has come before us. I want to be the parent that my kids can’t wait to tell their class about. I want to be a hero in my child’s eyes. I want to be able to give my dogs a run for their money. I want to be able to support myself without feeling like a mooch. I want to the greatest, most amazing Casey that I can be because I deserve to achieve my dreams that I work for.

And most importantly, I want to show my father that he has a good reason to be proud of his daughter.

Deactivated my tumblr (the social one, obvs) today, and I don’t think I want to go back until I’m actually a Marine.

There’s a lot of reasons why I wanted to deactivate, but the main being I couldn’t express myself anymore, and tumblr made me anxious because everyone was so damn mean. I’m going to use this one to rant and voice my thoughts and problems, like a journal.

Today I saw the new American Pie movie, and also had to deal with the burden of Rob, Ashley, AND Jordan leaving today and it hurt so bad to see them leave because I’m jealous. I hate watching movies and taking them to heart, but I did it again with this one. I learned that I need to start just having fun and being happy, I need to love and devote to my husband and I need to just keep working towards the future. This isn’t supposed to be easy, life, so I need to stop getting angry that it isn’t. It’s time to make some changes.

Be tollerant.
Work hard.
Be happy.
Have fun.