I can’t remember a timewhen elegance chose meto sit in the front seatride along in style She’d be clad in whiteand I’m ever too messycan’t control myselfmight tarnish the upholstery She’d want to go shoppingrings and jewels flashinglike Pretty Womanafter the haul I’m second-handtypically slink in and outgrabbing what I need and goinglest anyone see […]
(This is found poem, previously posted on OneWoman’s Quest II)
One day it’s so mild that I don’t bother with a coat, the next we wake up to snow on the ground. The plants pushing up through the soil seem a little more patient than me – as if they are humouring nature’s fickleness. I’m ready for clear change. A pair of finches just flew […]
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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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