Day Two
Hundred and Sixty-Nine: Last time.
I’ve been
thinking a lot about boundaries lately and setting up comfortable boundaries
with people. I think it’s never too
early or too late to establish how you would like to be treated within any
relationship, but communication seems to get in the way. Sometimes I wish that I was more outspoken
with certain people in my life, and other times I wish I had kept more to
myself. What it all comes down to is
what I feel is important for me. How
selfish is that? I’m trying to think
that it is more empowering as opposed to greedy, I should not feel guilty for
putting boundaries in order to protect my own feelings, mental health and
positivity. But what I don’t understand
is that some people overlook the boundaries people set for them. Honour anything put in place by the people in
your life so that they feel safe. I
respect everyone’s right to having a safe and protected relationship with me,
and if they want to communicate differently than that’s great. I expect my boundaries to be followed as
well, but relationships are a two way street.
Friendships are hard work, but there are two of you involved, and it
takes a lot of work and balance to create the façade of ease. But, if anything, friendship is worth riding
through eachother’s boundaries, because it creates lasting and fulfilled
moments and eventually lives.
I’m full of
cheese again today.
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Two Hundred
and Seventy: Never Break the Chain
Autumb is
my favourite season for a few reasons.
It signifies the beginning of a new school year, and takes its time to
gear up for winter by integrating the warm and cold months together. Autumn brings the prettiest colours to the
tree’s, to fashion, to warm beverages and the cold, and also brings the sports
that us Canadians love most, most prominently hockey. Autumn means that Christmas is coming, and
Thanksgiving, which are both family oriented holidays, as well as the best
smell in the world at the cottage. Pies,
sweaters, and hot chocolate all becomes more acceptable, and above all it means
that, as much as the year has been good or bad, it is ending soon. Autumn is the season of change, and in my
case it is closing off 2013, which in my opinion needs to end.
IEvery
season brings on change, new life in the spring, heat and calm in the summer,
winter brings endurance and the continuous pledge of Canadians to “last this
one out,” but fall does something different.
The changes are seen vividly on the trees, and they are comfortable
changes. Gradual changes. Nothing as drastic as summer or winter, but
just comfortable. What I’m enjoying
about this fall is that I’m home to see the leaves change when they’re supposed
to (and not mid-November like in England) and gearing up for Christmas is more
realistic, I have begun saving for presents already.
Thanksgiving
is next though, two weekends away, and for me Thanksgiving is a time for me to
catch up and see family, which is a nice point for me. I see how they’ve grown over the summer since
I saw them at Easter, but also spending time with them at a mid-point in the
term is always so important. My family
provides me with such support, and with all of the changes that have already
gone by in my life and are soon to come (I am twenty-one and three quarters,
you know) I need that support in my back pocket. Change is tricky, and in my case happens
without notice sometimes. It’s important
to keep a tab on such things.
It’s been a
little warm for my liking though, but that’s something else that has been
changing and that I’ve had to get used to the change is when I was younger the
seasons seemed more decipherable. Winter
had snow by the foot, summer had warm hot days and cooler nights, Spring
brought flowers and showers and autumn was cool and crisp. I want it to be crisp already, damnit!
So as I sit
here waiting for my traditional Autumn of yore to arrive I hope everyone else
is enjoying the season of gradual change, and I hope that this semester hasn’t
brought you all down too much already, we still have three months until
Christmas!
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