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.
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.
We tend to be responsible for others' feelings all the time and that's not always good.
If you do not have boundaries, you do not have a path.
