“When writing the story of your life,
don’t let anyone else hold the pen.” – Anon
As you mature, you acquire more discernment, boundaries and ironically – vulnerabilities.
I am trying to be more prudent with my time, allowing only family and close friends to engage me. Here and there, I have not been so judicious, and I have paid dearly for it. It comes with time.
I am also trying to set limits with myself and others. Lines in the sand aren’t about winners and losers, it is about setting up parameters that I am comfortable with. It is not always clear and it takes a lot of self – awareness to know your own lines of demarcation, especially if you ever have had a need to be on everyone’s approval list.
And then we come to the paradox. While all this protection and discriminating is bubbling up finally, you find yourself tearing up more, caring more and opening up your heart more.
It is almost as if by cutting away frayed and stray edges of fabric, delineating and marking the pattern, your creation emerges in full living color and is embodied by the true you.