Boundary: (n) a line that marks the limits of an area; a dividing line
Only under special circumstances am I allowed to come inside–and then with limited access.
Learning boundaries is really that simple.
Any time I cross your property line, I must do so with a courtly request and an adequate delay, to allow you the chance to determine whether you welcome my visitation.
Whether emotionally, spiritually, mentally or physically, you are truly the master of your own contents.
If we would learn this, realizing that even comments which are tossed off in the attitude of jest are little pieces of trespassing on the sovereignty of another human being, we would not only avoid unwarranted conflicts, but would also open the door to be respected by others who recognize our integrity.
I look for the boundary.
I look for lines in the sand people create which are not necessarily common–just personally requested.
I don’t always end up on my side of the fence, but more often than not, because I err on the side of caution and realize the righteous position that each one of us possesses of our own domain … I become the friend instead of the foe.
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