Boundaries


Learning to assert our own personal boundaries is often a life-long process. We begin (often clumsily) as children: shoving others out of our personal bubble, crying when some other kid takes our toys, leaning over someone to grab the book that we want (elbowing them in the face in the process)…

At home, we learn to draw boundaries around our beds, bedrooms, diaries and physical property. By middle school, we are learning how to assert our boundaries surrounding our rapidly changing physical bodies. In high school, our sexuality blossoms and boundaries may be greatly challenged.

In young adulthood, we struggle with asserting our independence, needs, and wishes with a variety of people: our bosses, co-workers, house mates, and family. At this stage of life, we are thrust into a life of greater responsibility.

We have to learn what our wishes and needs are, as well as what we don’t want in our lives, in order to recognize and assert our boundaries. A person who is not very self aware will have a hard time asserting appropriate boundaries. A common response is to set hard and fast general boundaries that may be interpreted as being stubborn and withdrawn. An equally common response is to set no or very little boundaries. This person will have a hard time saying “no” and is often engaged in various activities with a wide range of people all the time. They will always help you (and everyone else in their lives) no matter the circumstances, and ask nothing in return.

don’t let turkeys push your boundaries

I have recently been challenged with drawing boundaries around my personal self and business self. Starting my own health coaching practice has required my face, name, and contact information to be blasted all over my (physical and online) community. I can not hide from dangers and stress. I must face it head-on, or risk tarnishing my professional name. Don’t get me wrong, I am still just an ordinary person, who sometimes pays her bills late, forgets to bring back library books, and occasionally sleeps through her alarm.  Continue reading

My Happy Place


I have a place that heals and rejuvenates me every summer. It was introduced to me by my college room mate who is fortunate enough to own property there. It is an island that those who have spent any length of time on hold fondly in their hearts. The place? Cuttyhunk.

I visit for at least a few days at a time every summer. I eat home-cooked food, often made with garden-fresh produce because there are very few restaurants. I walk everywhere, climbing up and down the hilly roads, because the island is so small there is little need for a vehicle. I play volleyball, and partake in dance fitness class (but have yet to make it to sunset yoga on the beach). I walk barefoot and connect with the earth. I commune with the wind, sitting on bunkers, on the highest points of the island looking out at close to 360 degrees of ocean. I am buoyed and healed by the tranquil sea. I collect treasures along the shore. I worship the sun by day, the moon and stars by night.
Each visit, I have a profound experience learning about my true self.
This year, I returned from my four day vacation a solid 5 pounds lighter, (and still dropping) more relaxed, with better digestion, and increased muscle tone.
A few years ago, I decided to embark on my journey to become a health coach, and I had a vision of future health retreats on Cuttyhunk Island.

Iced tea on the porch, Churches Beach, Cuttyhunk MA

I had hoped to share with you more of the enchanting sites on Cuttyhunk, but a digital error erased the majority of the photos I took this July. Perhaps it’s better to remain a gorgeous mystery prime for discovery.