This time last year I worked for a program called “Transitional Living”. In this program, I helped young adults ages 18-21 make the transition from living in foster care to living independently in the community. And, like most jobs, it had its advantages and disadvantages.
After celebrating my 30th year of survival, I have found myself trying to squeeze the meaning out of every moment that I’m alive—in hopes to understand my friends, this world, and myself a little better than I did the day before. In doing so, I find myself reflecting back to the program that I used to live, breathe, and eat…Transitional Living. It occurred to me that life is about transitions. Whether you’re changing jobs, changing lovers, or changing your clothes—Life is about change. If you are not properly prepared for the transition---you may find yourself “lost in the shuffle” of life.
I spent five years of my life teaching the art of transition without ever REALLY being prepared for some of the transitions headed my way.
Counselor tip of the day: Practice what you preach; Allow yourself to be flexible enough to understand that the way you’ve “always done things”—may not work during times of transition. Transition doesn’t call for you to behave the same way in a different situation; rather, it calls for you to have the courage to do something different. Adaptation is the birth mother of transition and change is the twin sister of life.
Question: Who’s the babies’ daddy? :)
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Transitional Living
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Not me. Just kidding. Change in it's sincerest form is probably one of the hardest things any of us will ever have to do in life. ESPECIALLY when you're certain that the way you've been doing things is the best way to do them.
Kiyotoe tip of the day: Be like the Man in the Mirror and "Make that change".
"Transition" is about to be BOTH your middle names. Trust me on that!
You have a very nice blog and I hope you will continue to post. As a former employee of the state of MO I relate. My stress level dropped 100% when I left and I am not sure what position I held. I worked on computers, did administrations, handled difficult clients (one handed me his knife because of the no weapons rule), and I was ordered to pick up a turd on a table in the lobby because I had rubber gloves. I loved my clients I had trouble with the higher ups. Was there to long but it paid the bills and helped me raised three kids. Keep on blogging. There is a good side to this job I was allowed to wear jeans, t-shirts, and kick my shoes off. I would get an email to dress appropriately when visitors was expected. Good luck with the job.
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