Tag archives: boundaries
universe is at it again. This time in the form of an out-of-the-blue call from
a former colleague I haven’t spoken with in more than a year. He and another
former coworker were in town on business and wanted to see if I might be able
to get together for a drink or dinner.
It was a
last-minute request, and my schedule wouldn’t allow for it. Still, we chatted
for about 20 minutes, and it felt great to catch up. We’d survived some
difficult work challenges together over the years, and I realized how much I ...
It’s been four months since I wrote a
blog post—and here’s why. I’ve been searching for the elusive key to happiness.
Now that I’ve found it, I can share. The key (at least for me) is boundaries.
Sadly, boundaries are my Achilles
heel—and I’ve developed one hell of an aching foot (not just because of my
plantar fasciitis flare up). In fact, due to my inability to erect boundaries,
my entire body is suffering and so are my mind, the cleanliness of my house, my
friendships, my family and my own happiness.
In preparation for the Mardi Gras celebration at my daughter’s
school, I found myself blowing up festive balloons in purple, green and gold
for a giant balloon drop. Who doesn’t love balloons, right?
Me, that’s who. In fact I hate them. It goes beyond hate. I’m
mildly terrified of them. Watching someone rub a balloon on their head and
stick it on the wall fills me with panic.
It’s an irrational fear that stems back to childhood when I watched
one of those giant punching balloons explode on my babysitter’s face as she