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You know, I cannot believe how different the young one and I are.

I mean, seriously, let us take the subject of Boundaries.

Moi, is well, I would like to say that I am as delicate as a lotus flower in first bloom.  However, the young one snorted when he heard that and said, Try a bear that's been shot in the ass.

Harsh, is all I'm going to say.

But he may have a point.

I don't muck around with boundaries.  I know what makes me happy, I know what doesn't make me happy and I try and explain the difference to those who enter into my life.

Before said Boundaries are squished.

I know, I'm good like that.

But I often think that because I talk of Boundaries with a smile and a bit of a joke that people don't take me seriously.  That they think I'm joking about what I will and won't put up with.

And herein lies the issue.

The young one likes to mediate.  To get a satisfactory end result for everyone concerned.  To look at things from other people's viewpoint.

I have no such qualms.

Well, they're not your Boundaries, they're mine.

Therefore, they are not open to negotiations, discussion, debate or deal sweetners.

No sireee.

But I think maybe it's an age thing.  I've learnt through the years that certain behaviours make me unhappy so to stop the unhappy I have put things in place to stop them from happening.  Or re-happening depending on which way you look at it.

And because of these little tweaks that I consistently do, I generally have a good life, with large dollops of happiness that happen through out my day.

Until someone squishes my Boundaries.  

Then I have to stop what I'm doing, gently re-explain they are wasting their time and Hello! a little bit of chaos and mayhem ensures.  For the other person.  Who then starts thowing the toys out of their cot, stomping their feets and screaming blue murder.  



Which I just don't get because I am always upfront about what is ok and what is not ok. What I am willing to give and what I expect in return.

However, the young one says that I am tots unreasonable, and that to have a happy life I need to negotiate.  

He could be right, maybe I should.

But I'm not going to.  




Wishing you much love and abundance and a truly courageous heart.

T and Spirit