How we answer life’s questions defines us all. What are your boundaries? What makes you uncomfortable? How did you get there? What choices do you make?

I sat with two of my children tonight. What is a boundary for one is free and easy for another. Interesting since they grew up in the same home. I find this true in adults too. A group of people all from the same place have such divergent plains. As we age do your boundaries change. Where do you go.

As my time clock begins to tick more loudly my boundaries are growing by leaps. Is it the fear of nothing to lose or is it a desire to feel new? What do I want has begun to drive me. It is not monetary. It is emotional. It is shocking even to me. As i peel back my layers it is amazing and to some daring. To me it is as vital as the air I breathe. Who am I? Now that appears to have easy answers especially to a woman who as some would say was always blunt and clear. That is true for me to answer for others. It is not so easy when I have to answer for me.

I am beginning work with two incredible souls. One is helping me find my words for me. The permissions to explore my boundaries. The other is there to help me push those boundaries and let all the pain go. Fears are supported and acknowledged and eventually placed on a bench beside me. They are part of me. Each session leaves me physically spent as there are not reserves in my tank. But each session also leaves me lighter and more at peace. It leaves me more alert and creative despite my physical brain failing. And they leave me more alive in my failing body. The tears that often coat my face wash away the heaviness I have carried for years. They soften the hard edges. They help me learn to live with all my pieces.

I write this to share my lessons. I am learning to face my fears and hear my inner voice. I appreciate the pleasures the world has for me. I am no longer afraid of my boundaries. Are you?