KEEEEP THE LINE:
“OH SHIT! I’m late, gotta go! I’m supposed to be at rakagoogruhuj!”
“Where?”
“….rugalagarage!”
“Where?”
“….Rocky Rococo’s!”
“Didn’t that close in the 80s?”
“…..Rumpelstiltskin!”
“What?”
“Rumpelstiltskin Rumpelstiltskin Rumpelstiltskin!”
I understand the need for boundaries for protection and to keep things at bay.
But I also ponder the freedom of knowing no bounds; or at least greatly extended boundaries.
Reason of course, has to enter the equation. It is reasonable to put boundaries around things that can hurt you.
But if the things that can hurt you are reduced, boundaries can be extended unto greater possibilities.
And if things beyond that can still hurt you but you can heal rapidly from them, boundaries are extended yet again.
I like to keep things simple. I think my boundaries are set when I see things getting over complicated.
Things can and do get complex. Of that I have little doubt, but I think we can choose to either go there or not. There are definitely times when we may have to go there, but given a choice’ nope.
Being old has advantages. I can pretend not to hear requests.
However, I can not turn down helping my cousin handle the “shutting down” of her mother’s life. It is time for my Aunt to be put in a final care home. Being old, there are things that my cousin knows that I cannot do. We have men for moving furniture and heavy work. I know how to get the house clean and in condition to put it on the market. I have another cousin who is a know-it-all and take-charge type. I will know when to teach her how to clean and when to stand back and applaud her good work. Being old has it’s perks. Not hearing well, has it’s perks. —— Oh, you said scrub the floor??? I thought you said to rub the door and I rubbed it.
When a 40-something asked me to participate in a marathon run, I simply gave her a laugh. I am 71 and lucky to make it out to my car. I am not going to run a marathon. There is a point where one MUST say, “No”.
8 responses to “where do you put your boundaries? How do you keep the line?”
Boundaries? I put ’em up my butt.
KEEEEP THE LINE:
“OH SHIT! I’m late, gotta go! I’m supposed to be at rakagoogruhuj!”
“Where?”
“….rugalagarage!”
“Where?”
“….Rocky Rococo’s!”
“Didn’t that close in the 80s?”
“…..Rumpelstiltskin!”
“What?”
“Rumpelstiltskin Rumpelstiltskin Rumpelstiltskin!”
@luftballooneyegouge they’re coming to take you away, ha-ha!
@luftballooneyegouge I am going to have to try that. That was funny!!!!
@ladybarbara
You crazy kids……
I understand the need for boundaries for protection and to keep things at bay.
But I also ponder the freedom of knowing no bounds; or at least greatly extended boundaries.
Reason of course, has to enter the equation. It is reasonable to put boundaries around things that can hurt you.
But if the things that can hurt you are reduced, boundaries can be extended unto greater possibilities.
And if things beyond that can still hurt you but you can heal rapidly from them, boundaries are extended yet again.
And perhaps this maps out as freedom?
I like to keep things simple. I think my boundaries are set when I see things getting over complicated.
Things can and do get complex. Of that I have little doubt, but I think we can choose to either go there or not. There are definitely times when we may have to go there, but given a choice’ nope.
I shift around “boundaries” a lot. I look at them as “doors”. (Like the group.)
God expressed his power in boundaries in Revelation, stating “what I can shut, no one can open” and “what no one can open, not on can shut”.
Which can be implied and set up in many different ways.
Being old has advantages. I can pretend not to hear requests.
However, I can not turn down helping my cousin handle the “shutting down” of her mother’s life. It is time for my Aunt to be put in a final care home. Being old, there are things that my cousin knows that I cannot do. We have men for moving furniture and heavy work. I know how to get the house clean and in condition to put it on the market. I have another cousin who is a know-it-all and take-charge type. I will know when to teach her how to clean and when to stand back and applaud her good work. Being old has it’s perks. Not hearing well, has it’s perks. —— Oh, you said scrub the floor??? I thought you said to rub the door and I rubbed it.
When a 40-something asked me to participate in a marathon run, I simply gave her a laugh. I am 71 and lucky to make it out to my car. I am not going to run a marathon. There is a point where one MUST say, “No”.