I don't know if it is the law of diminishing return at work or just getting a little case of "senioritis" toward my military career, but...
Every day I get a little less satisfaction than the day before.
Every day I miss my friends and family from home just a little bit more.
Every day I have less tolerance for the immaturity of the next generation of Airmen that show up.
Every day I feel more distance between myself and my friends here.
Every day I long for a phone call from a civilian employer.
Every day I wake up with less energy than the prior morning.
Every day I measure my worth as a professional against my pay with increased disappointment.
Every day I stare, just a little longer, at the voluntary separation button my computer.
Every day I breathe a sigh of exhaustion before leaving for work - just a little heavier.
Every day I remind myself of all the good brought into my life by all these years in the military.
Every day I don the uniform and dig down deep for the pride that should automatically come with it.
Every day I want nothing more than to wake up, look around and say, "I'm truly at home."
Every day I count the days until I can say that.
Every day I do what I promised because I promised I would. I took an oath.
One day I will do what I do because I love it, I'm rewarded for it, I'm compensated appropriately and it'll all happen while surrounded by those most important to me.
Today is not that day.