I respect my boundaries, and I insist that others respect them, too.
Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.
So, am I friendly with my daughter and her friends? Yes. Am I their friend? No. Does she shut the door? Yes, and I very much support the shut door.
Boundaries are to protect life, not to limit pleasures.
I have to remind myself not to set boundaries.
It can't possibly last for years and browsing has its limits. Only a certain amount is healthy or wise.
One of the hardest obstacles I've had to overcome in my life was not understanding how to draw healthy boundaries. I finally learned it's perfectly OK to say no.
I recommend limiting one's involvement in other people's lives to a pleasantly scant minimum.
Guilt can prevent us from setting the boundaries that would be in our best interests, and in other people's best interests.
Everything runs to excess; every good quality is noxious if unmixed.
All extremes are bad. All that is good and useful, if carried to extremes, may become-and beyond a certain limit is bound to become-bad and injurious.
We tend to be responsible for others' feelings all the time and that's not always good.
Sometimes you have to say, "No. This is my space." If you're going to come at me, come at me respectfully, and I will respond respectfully.
If you do not have boundaries, you do not have a path.
