Boundaries become a part of our lives from the moment we become mobile. They keep us out, the keep us in, they keep us from falling over the edge. Most of the time they’re designed to help us, to keep us from wandering into trouble.
Being the mostly rule-abiding person that I am, I don’t usually question them.
The ones I do find myself questioning lately are the hardest ones of all to get through or around….
….the self-imposed boundaries that make me fearful of stepping out of my comfort zone and discovering my possibilities.
Most people, in their mid to late fifties have already stared down those demons.
After thirty-five years of being a military spouse and fulfilling that role without second-guessing it, I find that being without boundaries is disconcerting. And if I’m feeling this way, I’m more than certain my newly retired husband is also on the same page.
Stayed tuned and I’ll let you know what happens when we start pushing those imagined boundaries and turn that page.