Question for the reader. What age were you when you believe you were able to take care of your self? What have you learned in the process of surviving on your own? Leave a comment down below. Thank you.
Ever since I was a child I would stay up in my room full of toys and books and would rarely come downstairs for something to eat. I loved my bedroom cause it was safe comfortable. Friends and family would come over which was great. I always had the option of mingling and being alone. After school and summer break were exceptionally fun because I had some time off to ride my bike or swim. I was into fitness and health at an early age because I guess when your a preteen or teenager you want to look attractive. I guess what I am trying to say is I had a solid foundation in order for me to prepare to live on my own with the books, social skills and interactive play I was able to have time to imagine and explore different concepts. My bedroom was always neat for the most part but my mom made sure it was put together.
I think when I was going to secondary college I was still living at my parents home. I was just thinking about passing classes with A's and B's and moving on to a higher and higher up phase of achievement. When I went to my secondary year of college I had taken a class called basic research methods and I can tell you till this day I still do not know what they were trying to teach me. Looking back I wish I would have been more prepared and looked for other materials to help me with the work. Like journals, books, flashcards like other aids to help me to better understand the class. I think now I have a better understanding on what the class was trying to explain to me. But cut the story short I failed that class. And received a nice big red F which was a devastating blow.
Receiving the F I come to find out is OK. Out of this failure I had learned in order to fend for yourself you need guides, books, experiences, flash cards to navigate this world. Plus I really believe that maybe if I had asked for help in the beginning maybe asked the teacher for a guide or personal notes. Maybe I could have done a lot better. I guess the moral of this story is before getting involved with things and ask questions and understand the details so you are more likely to succeed and move on to the next phase. More importantly for me is to remember that pre-teen in the bedroom filled with books and toys and movies where I was able to grow with the material given to me. Only now do the same thing but educate myself with materials I need to learn to fend for myself.
Lastly what I have learned about fending for myself is to keep in shape to always be the better version of myself. I was all over the place with working out walking my big dog everywhere, exercising with my stability ball, squeezing my stress ball, walking, swimming, camping with other children taking baths, cooking for myself . I feel I was very independent more back then then I am now. The affirmation I can tell myself now is, I am still allowing myself time to grow I still have what it takes to take better care of myself because no one but me has the responsibility for my own life.
Ever since I was a child I would stay up in my room full of toys and books and would rarely come downstairs for something to eat. I loved my bedroom cause it was safe comfortable. Friends and family would come over which was great. I always had the option of mingling and being alone. After school and summer break were exceptionally fun because I had some time off to ride my bike or swim. I was into fitness and health at an early age because I guess when your a preteen or teenager you want to look attractive. I guess what I am trying to say is I had a solid foundation in order for me to prepare to live on my own with the books, social skills and interactive play I was able to have time to imagine and explore different concepts. My bedroom was always neat for the most part but my mom made sure it was put together.
I think when I was going to secondary college I was still living at my parents home. I was just thinking about passing classes with A's and B's and moving on to a higher and higher up phase of achievement. When I went to my secondary year of college I had taken a class called basic research methods and I can tell you till this day I still do not know what they were trying to teach me. Looking back I wish I would have been more prepared and looked for other materials to help me with the work. Like journals, books, flashcards like other aids to help me to better understand the class. I think now I have a better understanding on what the class was trying to explain to me. But cut the story short I failed that class. And received a nice big red F which was a devastating blow.
Receiving the F I come to find out is OK. Out of this failure I had learned in order to fend for yourself you need guides, books, experiences, flash cards to navigate this world. Plus I really believe that maybe if I had asked for help in the beginning maybe asked the teacher for a guide or personal notes. Maybe I could have done a lot better. I guess the moral of this story is before getting involved with things and ask questions and understand the details so you are more likely to succeed and move on to the next phase. More importantly for me is to remember that pre-teen in the bedroom filled with books and toys and movies where I was able to grow with the material given to me. Only now do the same thing but educate myself with materials I need to learn to fend for myself.
Lastly what I have learned about fending for myself is to keep in shape to always be the better version of myself. I was all over the place with working out walking my big dog everywhere, exercising with my stability ball, squeezing my stress ball, walking, swimming, camping with other children taking baths, cooking for myself . I feel I was very independent more back then then I am now. The affirmation I can tell myself now is, I am still allowing myself time to grow I still have what it takes to take better care of myself because no one but me has the responsibility for my own life.
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