I am falling in love with Oman.
Work is difficult and brings a toll on the body and the mind. Wearing a heavy flack jacket at least 5 days a week for at least 5 hours leaves traces on the body. Getting older does not help. Then, the stress when on the ground (artillery, mortar, etc... more or less close and mines) is bearable. However, the stress comes mostly from colleagues who are prone to stab you in the back. Being a woman in a mostly male world is not easy. It is the first time in my carreer that I have to endure this situation so openly. There is definitely cultural
Though I cannot complain, I spend the night far from combats and can sleep at night. I have a couple of amazing friends who I trust. I have colleagues I enjoy working with. And there are the others who are often the ones putting stress on me. However, I have learned to take more care of myself. And when I do not do it, I am lucky to have nice people around me to force me to rest or who force me to go for a massage. One way to take care of myself is to travel to nice places and rest. This is what I have been doing in Oman in the mountains. More self-care started last year with 10 days in the Island of Rhodes, in Greece. But this time it has been an amazing experience.
