Boundaries are about knowing who I am, and what my needs are. Knowing who I am means that I have achieved a new level of acceptance.
And for that I am grateful.
I have been thinking a lot about boundaries recently. The spark was a really challenging PATH train ride. It stopped for a while, and then jerked forward several times. If I had been standing up, I would have been thrown around like a rag doll. Given the diagnosis that I received last winter of Osteoporosis, this is a very serious matter. It took me a while to realize that it was OK to insist on a seat on a train. Now I am reaping the benefits.
Boundaries are about knowing who I am, and what my needs are. Knowing who I am means that I have achieved a new level of acceptance. And for that I am grateful.
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