Over the course of this series, different prompts, have introduced you all to the inner workings of the bloggers involved. Even more, it has given the involved bloggers, a chance to sit back and really think about their lives, and question themselves...As my husband has mentioned, it is like taking a page out of each bloggers diary every time they post.
For me, it has given me a chance to put the pieces of my own story together,and try to make sense of the things that have occurred over the course of the last 35 years. A memoir of sorts...
For me, it has given me a chance to put the pieces of my own story together,and try to make sense of the things that have occurred over the course of the last 35 years. A memoir of sorts...
I do not hide the fact that I have gone through things in my life, that most people will never go through. I also don't hide the fact that I wouldn't change any of it. I am a firm believer in the philosophy that everything happens for a reason, and that if even one of those circumstances or events were different, everything now would be different as well.
The things that we go through, and the decisions that we make, don't always make sense in that moment, but if given time, they will...
There is one thing in my life, that still doesn't make a lot of sense to me, and it is the circumstances surrounding my adoption. As some of you have read, things are great now; I know both of my birth parents, and my siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Yet, there is still the unknown, and the unanswered questions about what really happened. The thing is, there is a version of the story, for each person involved, and rarely will they all be the same...in fact, NONE of the stories are the same, and I doubt that they ever will be. Maybe that is why it took so long for me to find them...because some unknown force thought it would be better for me to be older, and less inclined to be overcome with anger, because it is very common for adoptees to be very angry with the one that left them, and given the fact that I can't seem to get a definitive story about my life, I have the right to be angry.
However, I just don't have that kind of anger in me, as it does nothing. Being angry with the decisions made 30 years ago, won't change anything, so it is pointless...would I have felt this same way at 18? Who knows...but what I can say, is that while I still have questions, and don't quite understand why things went the way they did, chances are, It Will All Make Sense Someday.
There is one thing in my life, that still doesn't make a lot of sense to me, and it is the circumstances surrounding my adoption. As some of you have read, things are great now; I know both of my birth parents, and my siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Yet, there is still the unknown, and the unanswered questions about what really happened. The thing is, there is a version of the story, for each person involved, and rarely will they all be the same...in fact, NONE of the stories are the same, and I doubt that they ever will be. Maybe that is why it took so long for me to find them...because some unknown force thought it would be better for me to be older, and less inclined to be overcome with anger, because it is very common for adoptees to be very angry with the one that left them, and given the fact that I can't seem to get a definitive story about my life, I have the right to be angry.
However, I just don't have that kind of anger in me, as it does nothing. Being angry with the decisions made 30 years ago, won't change anything, so it is pointless...would I have felt this same way at 18? Who knows...but what I can say, is that while I still have questions, and don't quite understand why things went the way they did, chances are, It Will All Make Sense Someday.
