It’s All About Balance

When the opportunity to escape city life and a uniform presents itself, I take full advantage of it.

Like I have for the past ten days. 

Knowing my family and I would be fleeing to the banks of a pristine river in BC’s interior, I pre-posted the last few entries – you have to forgive me for not letting you know I was leaving beforehand, but in this day and age (and considering this blog is not written anonymously) I like to keep my whereabouts under wraps. 

Now that I’m back and operating on full charge, I have to comment on how important it is for officers to ‘take a break’.

Don’t get me wrong, though.  I love my job, and there are days when I have to pinch myself to ensure I’m not going to wake up from the wonderful dream of being paid to work with my dog. 

That said, there are times when all I want to do is get away from the insanity of too many victims, too many critical incidents, and too many near misses. 

Shootings, loud music, racing cars, sirens, grid lock traffic, car accidents, Code 3 driving, stabbings, bloody wounds, dead people, violence, getting called ‘pig’ and ‘blond copper’ and ‘bitch’.   

If nothing else, policing has shown me that living a good life is all about balance.  

And so, I run to the quiet of BC’s back woods, where all I can hear is the flow of the river, the wind as it gently rocks the lodge-pole pines, and the wonderful quiet as Mother Nature wraps herself around me. 

To wake up in the morning to the sound of a pair of eagles coaxing their young fledgling out of the nest, to spend the day hiking and swimming, and to lay under the stars with my kids in the full dark of night wondering at the galaxies above us.

When all is back in tune, when all is balanced, life is grand.

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