In 2001, two months before 9/11, I swore an oath to protect our country’s freedom. And while I was not a front-line fighter, I quickly grasped the importance of freedom from both training and experience. It’s a paradox when serving in the military because on one front you are fighting for your country’s freedom, and on another front you lack much of your own personal freedom. You have to make yourself available always. I intimately learned about that requirement when I once painfully left my six month old baby at home for a trans-Atlantic mini deployment.
2010 U.S. Naval Academy graduation
There’s no sleeping in until noon. There’s no last-minute vacations (although I do have planned ones). There’s no complaining. Well you can complain, but you will gain nothing from doing so. Complaining inhibits the ability to make fast, clear decisions. There’s no blaming. “No excuses, Ma’am!” That’s our mantra. You cannot fight for freedom without a team who supports each other. No pink elephants allowed….just no time for those damn things. There’s no passive aggressive behavior. Being so small-minded takes away from your ability to accomplish the mission.
Summer 2016 on the farm
Fast forward to today. Since I launched from childhood into adulthood committed to protecting freedom, it now serves as my default setting. And now I protect food freedom. I always have to be available. There’s no sleeping in until noon. There’s no last-minute vacations. There’s no complaining. There’s no blaming. There’s no passive aggressive nonsense. There’s no time for drama. There’s only time for the mission so you have access to my service. There’s only time for me to nurture the tribe with safe, healthy resources. There’s only time for saving our sick nation from the disease of poor lifestyle and food choices. There’s only time to steward others into this same mission.