Are You Making Time For You?

I didn't always feel being alone was better (the sentiments which I expressed in my previous post).  In fact, in the past when a person penetrated the wall built around my heart (a battle), I did all that was within my power to keep that relationship afloat. And while that is not in and of itself a bad thing, I often did it at the expense of keeping myself afloat. Before I go further, understand that I stand firmly behind my previous post, but, at the risk of sounding contradictory, I think we must strive for a balance. On one hand, I definitely believe that having and keeping supportive and loving people in your life as a foster youth is important, but on the other hand, I think it is just as, if not more important, to keep yourself as a top priority because otherwise what kind of friend, girlfriend, boyfriend, foster/adopted child can you expect to be if you are not the best you that you can be.  And as always, I think this is especially important during the precious years when you are preparing for and going through your emancipation.

Assumptions and Self-Induced Solitude

While I was in law school I grew an affinity for reading romance novels. I suppose this was because they were polar opposite to the law books I was assigned to read at the time…and plus I could read the novel in 4-6 hours and get back to my school work pretty quickly.  Anyway, last night I read a book by Wayne Jordan (To Love a Knight) and one of the characters (who in the story had grown up in foster care) said the following:

“I’m accustomed to being on my own.  Remember, I grew up in foster care and the word is always survive.  It was never good to attach yourself to anyone, since you never knew when they’d be gone, too.”

Emancipation

According to the dictionary on my MacBook Pro (you know the one on the dash board), emancipation is equated with “liberation, freedom, release, deliverance,” and “discharge.”  Despite, these seemingly joyous descriptors, I have to say that emancipation for the class of persons I hope to reach is no walk in the park.  Let me put it this way…I’m 27 years old and I have yet to fully emancipate.

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