There’s a conversation for me to have.
It’s prompted by one of my boundaries having been violated.
If that’s the word? Breached, might be a better choice.
I don’t set a lot of boundaries.
I think…
I’m not certain here. At all.
I do know I used to have a whole bunch of boundaries in place, boundaries which mostly did not serve me, but rather made it easier for me to be the person I did not want to be. So perhaps –quite likely even– I’ve gone too far in the opposite direction, and now have too few boundaries in place. Which makes it harder for me to be the person I want to be.
So there’s a conversation for me to have.
To enforce my boundary.
Or perhaps, rather, to honor me. Stand by me.
Be true to the one person that means more than any other in my life. Me.
Yes. Honoring you. And your boundaries, that now are there to free you, not shielding or restraining you like the old ones. ❤️
Precisely! And WHAT a difference THAT makes for sure!
Thanks for all the support you’ve given me (and continuously give me) in this (and life in general)!
I think boundaries are essential – and the first step is what you show – the awareness of this. And they may change over time…<3
Yes.
My awareness is there (often). Now I just need to (WANT TO!) step up and act on them as well.
And for sure, they change and evolve, and one reason can be what I wrote about in the book reflection of the Being Wrong-book:
https://helenaroth.com/being-wrong-adventures-in-the-margin-of-error-book-7-of-12/
You have no idea how much I needed this message on this particular day. Grateful there is a you in the universe <3
Oh Beverly.
It makes me so grateful to hear this – it makes me feel very much not-alone in this!
🖤