Crossing the Line…

Yesterday…I set a boundary…now…I know…for most people…that isn’t a big deal…but…for me…the proverbial people pleaser…it truly is…so…once…I had defined the boundary to myself…I was loaded for bear…and…ready to defend it…

Thankfully…along came…Bertha…before I started a feud…that could have well ended a friendship…she said the situation…reminded her of my property line…it’s there…it’s precise…it has been recorded in the court house…but…when driving down the street…I can’t see it…yes…I have a good notion of where it is…but…I don’t feel the need to erect a concrete fence…to define it…

Once it’s there…and both parties know it’s there…it becomes a non-issue…

Oh…occasionally…her dog visits my side of the line…and…there was that Christmas when my grandkids…used all of my snow building a Snow Bertha…and…ventured into her yard for a few snow angels…

But…all is well…it’s a give and take…and…most of the time…without any fuss at all…we each stay on our side of the line…we respect the boundary…

And…that…Bertha…said…is exactly how I should treat this…I set my boundary…recorded it in the court house…so to speak…and…now…I should just let it go…knowing…that from time to time…it will get crossed…and that’s just fine…the snow angels are worth it…

Jane

I’m in the Hole…

I hate that moment…the one when…Bertha…shakes me…reminding me that the blog isn’t going to write itself…AKA…quit playing on social media…and get to work…so…here I am…writing…

I have to wonder…why am I procrastinating today…I’ve been up three hours…plenty of time to write the blog and play…then…I remember…that’s pretty much what the blog is about today…hmmm…

I’m working on a story for the Bertha sequel…that’s about digging holes…not the kind for planting plants…or anything fun like that…it’s more about digging myself pretty deep into a hole…before I take corrective action…

I wish I could say that this is one of the stories I wrote…just because…not because it applied to me…unfortunately…not the case…

As I look back over the years…I easily see a pattern…weight…relationships…finances…I’ve tended to dig down to rock bottom before I made positive changes…the kicker is…if I’d changed eating habits…when my pants first felt snug…instead of buying larger pants while eating a Twinkie…I would never be faced with an overwhelming task…of losing weight…

And…it’s the same with any situation where I’ve found myself in the bottom of a hole…trying to climb out…I didn’t have to be there…

Luckily…Bertha…is helping me…with her nagging…I mean guidance…I’m learning to trust my intuition…to be gentler with myself…to set boundaries and enforce them…to forgive the past and go forward…

I still have some climbing to do…I’m not out of all of the holes yet…but…thankfully…she hid the shovel…hopefully where I can’t find it…

Jane