Boundaries are Healthy

Sometimes when I’m in the bathroom, my cat will sit on the floor and stare at me. It’s creepy. You may ask why I don’t lock my cat out. I feel guilty. She is home alone all day, so I think I shouldn’t limit my time with her. But, I resent her stare. Games we … Continue reading Boundaries are Healthy

Boundaries and Bandaids

A friend of mine recently had a baby. It’s one of those smell the roses occasions when family and friends gather. And there together we hold a precious new life. That baby, who moments ago just forced it’s way out of its mother’s body with such ferocity to cause most women to scream was sound … Continue reading Boundaries and Bandaids

Limitations, Boundaries, and those cute Picket Fences

Sometimes when I’m in the bathroom my cat will sit on the floor and stare at me. It’s annoying. You may ask why I don’t lock her out. I feel guilty. She is home alone all day so I feel I shouldn’t limit my time with her. So I resent her stare. Games we play This is … Continue reading Limitations, Boundaries, and those cute Picket Fences

Shame on you

Invisible rules, unspoken. You know them. And if you don’t, you may be pulled to the side by the wise leader of the tribe because they’ll correct you. Chuckle. We have too many who think they’re hip. Why is she tanning in winter? Is she trying to get a man at her age still? Her … Continue reading Shame on you

Fighting

I struggle with “I am worthy of asking for help”I struggle with “I am loved enough” I struggle with “I can have the ability to do – the power – the authority even”Am I enough?I want to promote myselfI want to set boundaries – and not to back down I want to accept all of … Continue reading Fighting

​Healing Your Space

Space, we call it a thing. Star Trek started its program with the words, Space, the final frontier. Conquerors of times before claimed lands, they planted homes and flags saying this area belonged to them, and they now owned it. Personal Disclaimer: this article was written pre-COVID-19 Personal space isn’t so easily defined. Do you run … Continue reading ​Healing Your Space

Finding A Finish Line

I’m a sprinter, but at the age of 16, I didn’t understand pacing. All I knew was I was doing an eight-mile marathon with my boyfriend for charity. True enough, this compass does not point north.” “…Where does it point?” “It points to the thing you want most in this world. Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth … Continue reading Finding A Finish Line

My Right to Say No

I have been harassed since November 25, 2017. It’s unnerving. This happened before when I was in high school. A boy I dated when I was 16 decided we were destined to be together forever wasn’t letting me go, so he followed me. Everywhere. He showed up at my school, my church, and in the … Continue reading My Right to Say No

Hope

Time is closing in on me. It’s been a problem of claustrophobia. Lack of oxygen. Not enough air. Maybe it’s depression. If I listened to the doctors, they’d give me another pill. I don’t need another. I’d like to take fewer thanks! Maybe the ones I use are causing the issue. Well, yeah, could be. One … Continue reading Hope