Boundaries Hurt

Establishing healthy boundaries hurts....it hurts even more when someone else is enforcing them on you.  The rebel in me wants to rise up and tell them to buzz off saying "I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do, you ain't the boss of me!"  But .....I can't deny they are right. 

The thing about laying down a healthy boundary is that there was an unhealthy one there to begin with.  It may have been there for years, for generations.  It may have been lying beneath the soil unseen until a sudden circumstantial breeze uncovers it.  It may be one that despite causing chaos, it may also bring comfort in the moment in some crazy, illogical way. 

I'm going through a season of where words spoken in frustration are causing the havoc of circumstantial breezes uncovering an unhealthy boundary.  I chastise myself for not keeping my mouth shut, but it's been a long weary season of running on fumes and the words that usually get caught in my own self-imposed filter, made it through into the world to deliver its consequences.

In the end, it will be better for me.  In the moment, it is hurts. 

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