With the house sold, and our new abode decided upon, I can finally focus on the task ahead of me. One step at a time, moving forward.
Oh, the fluidityOf childhood days Splashing and skipping alongThe path meandering, directionless When does life acquire edgesDoors and hallways hindering? Led by asphalt and time clocksObligations too numerous to count. My own body has become a cellMovement stiffened, mind rigid It’s those childhood memoriesSoul ingrained, keep me fluid. (Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
True!
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Thanks!
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I absolutely agree. What isn’t clear (to me) is how to set those boundaries OR how to set them without guilt. Always a challenge. (love how you framed this quote on what looks like a fence)
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Heather, I have that problem too. But I’m learning. Funny thing is that those who encounter our boundaries feel no guilt or anguish at all. Ugh.
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I’m learning too (although the learning curve is longer than I’d like!). It does feel one sided…I agree. 🙂 Andrea
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I feel like growing up we were discouraged from having boundaries, as if caring for self was a sleight to others.
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Amen!
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VJ, very interesting assertion. I like how you framed this. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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Most of my challenges are self-induced!
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Lol! What that is true!
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Amen!
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😊
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Oh yeah! 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
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😊
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