I used to be one of those that thought this was all crazy paranoia. Not anymore. I don't know if its age, wisdom or experience, or perhaps a combination of the three and then some that has pushed me in this direction. I have a feeling deep in my gut, one that I cannot describe, compelling me to get ready. For what, I haven't a clue. I just know enough to listen to that feeling and do what it says to do. Its kind of like the nesting syndrome mothers get. I just have this urge to start storing and learning ways to take care of my family without the help of corporations or "others". Maybe its my resentment of the giant monopolizing corporations that seem to consume and control us. Maybe it's because I have a sense of being swallowed up by something really big.
I experienced some traumatic events surrounding the birth of my daughter that might be the root of these "crazy" feelings. Facing homelessness with a prematurely born infant can do a number on you. I have not been back to work since I lost my job about mid-way through my pregnancy. Before that, I was self-supported. I have a (now) supportive family that is willing to support us while I work my way through college. I never went when I was young, I just went to work and put it off till..... whenever. As my mom says, we're doing it right this time. We're getting me through school so I'll better be able to take care of myself and my daughter in the future.
I have not had an easy life. It has been unstable a lot of the time and really fun at the same time. I'm an adventurer, an mischief maker, strong willed, tempermental, bright, funny and caring person raised by two (or three, depends on how you count it) narcissists. I was never part of my family's head count from the time I was about 11 or 12. They just seemed to move along with or without me, I was sorta left to fend for myself and only as a last resort was I allowed to live with them, and then I was reminded every day that I was not wanted there. I never understood why my mother hated me so much.
Back to present day......
I am very lucky to be a single, stay-at-home-mom (sahm), college student at the ripe old age of ..... well, over 30. My family has healed a great deal and we sometimes face our past together and try to make it better. Its tough but effective.
As for stocking up, getting prepared, whatever you want to call it; I'm completely new to this. I'm only begining to seek out information. I imagine at some point I'll incorporate this into my education as a science major. I have a lot of ideas about it all that are floating around in my head but have yet been able to organize them, prioritize them and put them into action. The closest I ever got was buying in bulk. Cause it was fun. And may've been part of my subconcious shift towards preparedness.
I started this journal as a place to start to organize my thoughts and ideas for survival preparedness. I hope I keep up with it.
I've taken on this preparedness task for my household family. I consider my daughter and myself to be one family unit. My mother and step-father I consider to be part of the larger part of our family. It is important for our wellbeing that I maintain these boundaries within the household. So, when I think of how many I need to prepare for, I count four, not just two. They've given me so much the past few years, and to tell the truth, it's not in me to not include those around me; just not in my nature.
The first thing that comes to mind is that I've gotta have enough for four. Enough of what? Well, food? supplies? suplies for what? what are the possibilities?.......see where I get lost now?
Finding a starting point just became first on the list.......
I experienced some traumatic events surrounding the birth of my daughter that might be the root of these "crazy" feelings. Facing homelessness with a prematurely born infant can do a number on you. I have not been back to work since I lost my job about mid-way through my pregnancy. Before that, I was self-supported. I have a (now) supportive family that is willing to support us while I work my way through college. I never went when I was young, I just went to work and put it off till..... whenever. As my mom says, we're doing it right this time. We're getting me through school so I'll better be able to take care of myself and my daughter in the future.
I have not had an easy life. It has been unstable a lot of the time and really fun at the same time. I'm an adventurer, an mischief maker, strong willed, tempermental, bright, funny and caring person raised by two (or three, depends on how you count it) narcissists. I was never part of my family's head count from the time I was about 11 or 12. They just seemed to move along with or without me, I was sorta left to fend for myself and only as a last resort was I allowed to live with them, and then I was reminded every day that I was not wanted there. I never understood why my mother hated me so much.
Back to present day......
I am very lucky to be a single, stay-at-home-mom (sahm), college student at the ripe old age of ..... well, over 30. My family has healed a great deal and we sometimes face our past together and try to make it better. Its tough but effective.
As for stocking up, getting prepared, whatever you want to call it; I'm completely new to this. I'm only begining to seek out information. I imagine at some point I'll incorporate this into my education as a science major. I have a lot of ideas about it all that are floating around in my head but have yet been able to organize them, prioritize them and put them into action. The closest I ever got was buying in bulk. Cause it was fun. And may've been part of my subconcious shift towards preparedness.
I started this journal as a place to start to organize my thoughts and ideas for survival preparedness. I hope I keep up with it.
I've taken on this preparedness task for my household family. I consider my daughter and myself to be one family unit. My mother and step-father I consider to be part of the larger part of our family. It is important for our wellbeing that I maintain these boundaries within the household. So, when I think of how many I need to prepare for, I count four, not just two. They've given me so much the past few years, and to tell the truth, it's not in me to not include those around me; just not in my nature.
The first thing that comes to mind is that I've gotta have enough for four. Enough of what? Well, food? supplies? suplies for what? what are the possibilities?.......see where I get lost now?
Finding a starting point just became first on the list.......
and true!!
