Boundaries are a necessary part of life. They’re not complicated, really. If someone has set one, respect it; if you have set one, honor it and don’t feel bad about enforcing it.
See? Not complicated.
For women, particularly, boundaries can prove difficult, as we are trained to put the feelings of others above our own, and to be “polite.” Somehow, carving space for ourselves is not “polite.” Deciding what is acceptable for ourselves, or what we do or do not want in our lives is not “polite.”
Social media, ironically has made setting boundaries all the easier, because if someone violates one, all you have to do is block. Or mute, if you prefer. Inner peace in one click.
Don’t feel guilty about boundaries. They’re healthy and necessary. And pay attention when others set them, they have them for a reason.
But don’t think it’s going to snow. Maybe later, I guess. It’s gray right now, an innocuous kind of gray, not that gray that tells you it means business.
Yesterday I tried to start off with enthusiasm, but the day kind of got away from me, as Mondays are wont to do.
It’s funny, does anyone ever use that word in any other way? It just sits around the dictionary, knowing people aren’t wont to use it.
Yes, I have a sly smile on my face right now. It takes very little to amuse me
Writing was medium yesterday, not the outlet but the amount, and I need to make better progress today. Also there’s a little thing called editing I haven’t done in ages. I should probably do some of that.
I kind of wish it would snow, I like inclement weather writing. That’s always so cozy.
Anyway, snow or no snow, I hope you enjoy your Tuesday.
So I was just browsing Twitter, as I tend to do, and saw the story of Quaden Bayles, an Australian boy bullied at school for his dwarfism. It hit me hard, the sadness of it, the cruelty of it, a boy tormented over something he cannot control.
These days are cruel, cruel days.
And then there were the outpourings, the GoFundMe from an American comedian, the rugby team inviting him to lead them out. And there’s the good.
Of course it would be so much better if we didn’t need the good because the completely avoidable, preventable bad wasn’t there in the first place. But somehow, here in this point in history, depravity is having a moment.
Its origins can be traced back to two very, very specific points, or three, really, and the reality is that sometimes there are extraordinarily horrible, terrible people who bring out the absolute worst in others, all the way down to children thinking it’s fine to torture a classmate about his dwarfism until he wants to kill himself at the age of 9.
Of course those top-down ringleaders will never take responsibility, will never even acknowledge their downward flow of verbal sewage. So it’s up to us to create the good, where we can, for the most vulnerable among us.
First of all, a cat doing downward dog. Inherently funny.
Yesterday my neck and shoulder were tight, why, I have no idea. And it got progressively worse overnight, making sleep nearly impossible.
I wasn’t sure how my workout would go, but as always, movement won over inaction, because, while the pain isn’t entirely gone, it’s definitely better.
Not a perfect answer. But an answer better than the alternative.
Sometimes that’s the best we can hope for.
Meanwhile, it’s a gray, gray Monday and I don’t know if they said snow but it looks like snow. It’s a day with a lot on my mind, but on the plus side it’s also a day with a lot of physical tasks head, so hopefully those thoughts can sort themselves.
I already tackled one problem today, beyond the soreness, so that has to be a plus, right?
Anyway, once more into the Monday. I hope you have an incredibly wonderful one.