Boundaries...

I have a home. In this home resides this man's beating heart. It is fortified by high walls, a drawbridge and a moat. Yet right outside my home, there is a front courtyard where I entreat the guests I have come to discern are without guile towards my soul. These will cause me no harm nor will they add to the weight I tend to bear alone. It is a beautiful courtyard...tended by my both myself and my guests. It is replete with flowers and calm and yes, it too...is gated. Before being invited into my home, I look for the value of my guests and I do so by watching how they tend to my yard. Lastly, before one can be invited into the courtyard, meetups take place in the public parking lot that is just outside the courtyard gate. It is here, where I meet all for the first time. Those that carry with them every angle, folly, thought of invasion and thievery are turned away at first sight. Many...are turned away.

Folks, my home is very special to me which is why only a handful are given keys to gain access to my home. Now some may foolishly mistake this as isolationism but friends...this is called having boundaries. It comes from experience and it is a conscious choice made to avoid and/or be able to mitigate what most dis-affectionately call "drama". Folks, we don't lock the doors of our homes because we hate people. We lock our doors because we love, cherish and are looking to protect those inside...along with all our other valuables. 

Folks, I know my value and my worth and I don't come cheap. Can you say the same about yourself? Think on this for a bit. I'm out...

~moses apollo