Boundaries by Henry Cloud: Book Review

Add Boundaries by Henry Cloud and John Townsend to your list of required reading. Do it. I don’t mean to be pushy (I do), but it will change your life.

Let me explain.

Boundaries are what makes us, us. My boundaries make me, me. Your boundaries make you, you.

Boundaries keep in what you want (values, ideals, tastes), and keep out what you don’t want (toxicity, shaming, harmful people/ideas). They do this because they define you.

If you don’t have boundaries, you’re likely exhausted, stressed out, angry, guilted, depressed, or anxious. How do I know? I’ve been all of those things because of my lack of boundaries.

Lack of Boundaries

The authors give many examples of people living with a lack of boundaries. Examples range from taking on projects for coworkers that aren’t your responsibility, keeping a friend who continually makes passive aggressive negative remarks about you, to letting your family guilt you into doing things you don’t want or staying with a partner who repeatedly breaks promises.

Having no boundaries mean you hold yourself responsible for other people’s feelings. You may refuse to spend Thanksgiving with your family and they react badly, either in anger, sadness, or disappointment. A person without boundaries would feel guilty and think that they had caused the emotion.

Now, if you agree with that statement (that you cause that emotion when you do something), you really need to read this book. If you didn’t agree, great! You’re already on your way to having healthy boundaries. Maybe you shook your head over anyone who would feel responsible for anyone else’s reaction.

Well, I did for years. YEARS. Every time someone got upset with my actions, I thought it was MY fault. As though I had the power to control the moods of everyone around me. I became terrified of conflict, a subordinate people-pleaser, and a very secretive person, in that I rarely voiced any opinion that I knew my friends or family wouldn’t agree with.

You get used to it though. It’s not like I felt bad all the time, or I would have changed. One thing I’ve learned in therapy is that we do things for a good reason (or what our brains think is a good reason). Depression, anxiety, denial; these all do what they’re meant to and protect us from a painful emotion. The problem though isn’t the emotion. (Read more about that in my review of Emotional Agility.)

The problem is that you cannot control other people. You only control yourself. You make choices, and people will react. Now reverse this. Other people are not responsible for your emotions either. That customer yelled at you and you got furious? Justified? Probably. But did you have to? No. You have great power over yourself. You can choose to respond calmly. This does not mean becoming a doormat. Personally, in that instance, what I would ideally like to do is firmly tell the person that I won’t deal with them if they treat me in a rude manner, and either ask them to leave or seek a manager. I wouldn’t allow it, but I wouldn’t let myself get out of control either.

Let’s say your partner breaks their promise to stay on budget for the fifth time in a week. You’ve had it, and you get angry, hurt, and ready to leave them once and for all. They made you so angry. Justified? Probably. But again, you have power over yourself. You can get angry, cry, storm out and never see them again, or you can have that serious and painful conversation and let them know that until they get themselves straightened out, you won’t be seeing them, and until they can prove they’ve made lasting change, you two are over.

Healthy Boundaries

The above are all examples of relationships with poorly defined or absent boundaries. So what do good ones look like?

A healthy boundary is like a fence with a gate. First, let’s look at the fence. A fence defines property, and in this case, it’s defining what is our responsibility and what is not our responsibility. Our actions and values are ours – your actions, reactions, thoughts, opinions, and ideas are yours. It’s important to have that fence to make sure we know when someone is overstepping boundaries with us, as in the case of a coworker asking another coworker to do something for them even when they aren’t able to.

But a good boundary must have a gate. It must be able to let in good things and let bad things out. Many people have very good fences with no gates, and keep themselves locked up tightly, becoming stubborn, rude, abrasive and lonely as they struggle to let anyone or anything in.

Other people have no fence at all and allow every person to dictate what they need to do and what to believe and how to act, effectively taking over that person’s property and soul.

A healthy boundary is telling your mother she can’t keep spoiling your children by letting them do things they aren’t allowed to at home (and not feeling guilty when she gets hurt by this). A healthy boundary is not letting a date kiss you even if they’ve paid for dinner and you feel you “owe” them something (warning; you don’t owe anyone anything).

There are lots of examples of good boundaries, and the book gives very clear and practical guidelines on how to establish and maintain good boundaries.

Personal Testimony

I learned a lot of things over my year of building boundaries. One of the first things I learned was to say no. It was really hard. I’m a people pleaser, and also an INFJ/HSP, which means conflict, even among other people, is physically painful for me. I always said yes, let people have their own way, and did what other people wanted because I didn’t want to rock the boat into a potential dive.

I accepted requests from my boss to edit things or make things that were not in my job description even when I was overwhelmed because I didn’t know I could say no to my boss. I didn’t know I could have a calm conversation about priorities and my needs in the workplace.

I let men touch me when dating when I wasn’t comfortable with it and felt guilty when I did say something because I felt like I owed them something for taking me out.

I let friends influence me in negative ways because I was too afraid of losing them to point out how uncomfortable their choices and conversation made me.

Learning to say no has been hard. Another thing the book mentions is how often people swing to an extreme of defiance when they start building boundaries. For people who’ve continually denied themselves for other people, the backlash can cause a swing to the other extreme of always saying no, and this is okay. You need to go through this process of ridding yourself of the bad boundaries before you can learn to discriminate what should be coming through your gate.

I’m still in the defiant mode, saying no a lot just to practice. I’m okay with this, because I still often find myself feeling responsible for how people react to my decisions.

It’s an ongoing process, and I’m sure it is for most people, but this book was another one that really changed how I looked at my life. I came to realize that I had no healthy boundaries and that I needed to start on a path to making them.

I encourage you to read the book. This felt like a really short review simply because the book is so dense with good stuff, and there was no way I could cover everything, but I hope I’ve given you some motivation to evaluate your own boundaries.

If you’ve ever found yourself feeling responsible for other people’s emotions or feeling out of control of your own life, or like you aren’t allowed to make your own decisions, please read this book!

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Flash Fiction Friday: Action!

Verity didn’t like the new role. It was dirty, smelly, and uncomfortable. The director was giving her weird directions too; you can’t go to the bathroom yet, Verity, we need to finish this scene. Your arm is dislocated for a good reason, Verity. That blood running in your eye will look amazing, Verity! Your fame is guaranteed! Nothing is threatening to fall on your head!

Verity waited for the next direction. All she had to do was wait. It was a really easy role. Sit very still, not moving against any of the rubble, not looking in that direction, not worrying about the bathroom. She had to be afraid, but cool. She was the Scared Girl Holding it Together. Easy. Only big stars could be really afraid. The sound guys in the back were doing a good job too. Pillars groaning, shouts far away, and big machinery moving. They must be testing out the foleys.

The bathroom thing was a problem. She would have to go soon. And he’d been silent for a while, staring at the ceiling, taking a nap. Well, she would just sneak out.
She crawled forwards, past the sleeping man, looking for the way to the bathroom. There had been a light— She heard a grinding of stone, as a pillar slammed down behind her, bringing up a cloud of dust. She sneezed, the sounds carrying around her small stage but not echoing. Looking around, she saw the pillar had fallen right behind her, and anyway the bathroom thing was okay now. She would just have to check in with wardrobing.

But where was her co-actor, Lawrence? He had been next to her, waiting, but he was gone now. She couldn’t let him fade away. Lawrence Olivier would be famous. She looked around, moving rubble and stones with her aching hands. There was his shoe. She yanked on it, but he was hiding behind a pillar. She yanked harder and he came free. Well, no, not Lawrence. A dummy leg popped out, one of the ones with fake blood that spurts and stains to look real. She looked at Lawrence’s shoe at the bottom and sighed. He must have gone to the bathroom after all and missed his scene.

Verity could hear shouts closer now. The director was probably angry about Lawrence. She saw the light again, larger. She moved towards it and remembered something important. Sometimes you had to make the role your own instead of waiting for directions. Verity decided to become the Girl Who Rescues Herself and moved up.

It took time, and the stagehands were amazed when she crawled through the gap holding Lawrence’s shoe. Everything was very bright, it felt like she had been acting for days. Someone gave her a blanket and took the dummy leg from her. The producer came forwards, crying. She must have been really good.

Then it was on to her next role after that. Interviews over, she was ready for the Mental Ward Patient.

-a.e

Three Month Check-In: Accomplishments

I left Korea exactly three months ago on December 22. I realized it this morning and thought it was the perfect moment to do a check-in. So hang on, folks, we’re going into the depths of my mind…

Anxiety

Comparing my anxiety now to three months ago, it’s almost unbelievable how much better I am. Now, I don’t believe in getting rid of emotions, and that’s certainly not my aim with anxiety, but physically, emotionally, and mentally I am much healthier. I’m sleeping better, my energy is better, and slowly I’ve been able to do more and more of the things that were lost to me when this all started. When I first got home, the idea of going out was terrifying; I was so afraid it would trigger a panic attack that I stayed at home for weeks. For most of January, I stayed inside, only going to my chiropractor and (I think) like two other places. January was the real recovery month, as I focused on my sleep and actual physical health.

February I started going out more, playing D&D and seeing a few friends, but it was still pretty low-key. I was still worried about having an attack, and still enjoying my downtime at home.

March was when everything started to pick up. I started driving again (a huge fear for me which turned out to be no problem), went shopping, went out to dinner with friends, went to a drop-in D&D session with strangers, and started therapy.

All of this to say that my anxiety has definitely decreased. I still feel anxious (or afraid, as my therapist tells me) about new things, but I’m excited to lean into it and stretch myself, whereas before that fear would have kept me home.

Habits/Accomplishments

So what have I actually done in three months? When I first realized it was already Spring I felt a moment of panic because it seemed like I hadn’t done anything at all. I still don’t have a job, I still haven’t finished a book, and I’m still not healed. Yeah, I expected miracles to happen when I got home. But today, this three-month anniversary, I thought about all that I have accomplished, and I felt proud. Going from what I was (wrecked, quivering ball of insomnia and panic) to what I am now (excited, healthy, curious) is amazing.

I have;

  • been to the doctor twice and gotten on less medication
  • been to therapy three times and learned where my issues might be coming from, which is the first step to healing
  • been to D&D countless times (seriously, I’m not going to go back and count the weekends) and have a solid group of friends
  • been out with friends for dinner (that’s huge when you have agoraphobia)
  • written a lot (short stories, this blog, other story ideas)
  • learned a lot about writing
  • read 44 books (damn)
  • started driving again
  • made two paper masks
  • furnished my office
  • DMed a duet D&D session with a friend
  • exercised every day (holy…)
  • meditated every day
  • discovered what foods I’m slightly allergic to (that’s a whole story, sheesh)
  • been on an overnight trip with a friend

…and I’m sleeping regularly.

This is huge for me, guys. I realized that I have in fact made vast steps forward on the way to recovery, and my expectation that I would bounce back fully and 100% within this time was totally unrealistic.

I’m thrilled how well it’s gone, honestly. I know exactly how tough it was for me those last few weeks in Korea, and I can barely believe how good I feel now.

I still have a long way to go; my whole life will be learning to live with myself, anxiety and all, but I’m okay with that now. I’m ready and waiting to take those next steps.

To anyone suffering from anxiety or depression, I hope my journey will help you in some way. Let’s #buildaladder together!

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Discworld by Terry Pratchett: Book Series Review

If you asked me what my favorite fictional world was, the world I’d most want to live in, the people I’d most want to show up at my door, the world I enjoy the most and spend the most time thinking about, it would be the Discworlda fantasy series by Terry Pratchett.

It seems like it’s not as well-known as it should be. Maybe that’s because I live in America. Or maybe it’s because I don’t have friends who read like I do. Or maybe I just had my head in the ground and didn’t notice. Whatever the case, I had heard of the series very briefly once or twice, but only to get it confused with Ringworld, the novel by Larry Niven (also a brilliant book).

I started reading it in 2015. I remember because I’d just moved to Korea. A lot of things happened that year. I graduated. I moved to Korea. I won NaNoWriMo. I started reading Discworld, and my world altered forever.

Books can do that. Don’t tell me I’m overreacting or being dramatic. I have found more heroes and more ideas to live by in Pratchett’s works than in any other series.

That’s probably due in part to its length. The Discworld series comprises 41 novels. That’s A LOT. It also means that Pratchett had a lot of time and space to develop his world and his characters. I’ll admit that his first books aren’t as meaningful or as well-written. You can see his style develop. You can see his characters grow. That’s part of what makes it so incredible.

(It reminds me of the reboot of Doctor Who starting in 2005. The show went on to become powerful and touching and to explore great depths of humanity, but first, it had to get through mannequins coming to life and spinning Christmas trees of death.)

Faith

Pratchett was an atheist, and yet, somehow his books give me more faith, not less. He pokes fun at pantheons and pretty much every religion, showing the hypocrisy and contradictions, and yet…he still shows us that humans must have faith. We must. Otherwise we aren’t human. And despite our hypocrisy and contradictions and members of each religion who do awful, stupid things, there are still people in each place and faith that do amazing things. In the end, people are people, and that seems to be the point.

Nobility

Pratchett’s characters are usually the non-hero types; Sam Vimes, jaded copper and alcoholic, Tiffany Aching, too young and too stubborn for her own good, Rincewind, professional coward and wizard, Moist von Lipwig, conman and scumbag, and a host of other memorable, larger-and-smaller-than-life characters.

They don’t believe in themselves. They have doubts. They’re up against things they’re not trained for, don’t have experience with, or are absolutely scared of, and time and again we see them overcome the odds. They aren’t incredible people. They are normal people who do amazing things. That’s what I love. I don’t like heroic types in books. Of course Hercules did amazing things, he’s Hercules. Give me your average Vimes who just does the job that’s in front of him and thereby saves the world from dragons. Give me your average Glenda who knows the ins and outs of a good pie and also shows the world how to love someone everyone hates. It’s in those times when people become noble. It’s in those times readers can be inspired to do great things, even in nongreat situations.

My Favorite Books and Why

  • Feet of Clay – I can’t pick a top favorite. I just can’t. But Feet of Clay might be it, gun to my head. I won’t give away the book because I think you should read it, but this book speaks to so many levels of human life and emotion; oppression, self-expression, creation, agony, love, duty…and yes, it’s laugh-out-loud funny. But I also cry every time I read it. That’s the power of a really good book, and it’s why I keep coming back to it. I’ve read this book through three times. I got my favorite quote from it on a bracelet.
  • The Hogfather – Another contender for all-time favorite, this book is one I read every Christmas. Yes, there’s a TV miniseries, but its, uh…well, let’s avoid it like we avoid live-action anime moves, yeah? The Hogfather is my favorite book about Death. Not death, the thing, but Death, the character. Death is sad and poignant and funny and earnest and dutiful and not a very good grandfather. His heart would be in the right place if he had one. This is the book from whence comes the greatest quotation on faith I’ve ever heard (see below).
  • Unseen Academicals – Honestly, I skip some parts of this book, and yet, it’s still on my top favorites list. Why? Well, the parts I skip are about soccer. Let’s leave it at that. But the reason it’s one of my favorites is because of two characters; Nutt and Glenda Sugarbean. They are the bravest and best. One of them is definitely not average and one of them definitely is. This book is also one that pulls at my heartstrings while simultaneously making me groan at the amazing punnery. It deals with racism, repression, learning that you can be what you want, not what you’ve been dealt in life, and so, so much more. Honesty. Integrity. Beauty. And soccer. Um. The bucket of crabs scene still gets me every time.
  • The Wee Free Men – This is the first book of the Tiffany Aching series. I love it because Tiffany is a child, with childish selfishness and childish dreams and yet, she has the capacity and the tenacity to save her world. As she grows through the series, we see more of her character develop. Tiffany is not a soft character. She’s tough, she’s often mean, but she always does what’s right. She’s also accompanied by tiny blue Scotsmen, and you just can’t go wrong with that.

Where to Start Reading

Those are just my top four books. I wanted to include about twenty others, but that’s half the series, and I decided to stop while I was ahead.

When I first started reading, it took me a while to get into it. The first couple of books are pretty much your basic fantasy. I didn’t much like Rincewind, and was more reading it to understand where other references had come from, so I had to push through the first few books until I got to Guards! Guards!. That’s where I got really and truly hooked.

So if you’re looking to start reading, you have a few options.

You can start at the beginning and go chronologically. It does make a difference, because the books build on each other and what’s happened in the world. I wouldn’t say it’s a must, though. You could start in the middle and fall in love and go back to read the others as sorts of prequels.

Depending on your kind of book, you might start with a series. The City Watch series centers around the fantastic city of Ankh-Morpork and a member of the Watch, Sam Vimes, as he struggles to remain average in a city full of weirdos.

The Death Series obviously centers on the anthropomorphic personification Death and his adventures. Also amazing. Also touching and tearful in parts.

Then we have the Witch series (and I would put the Tiffany Aching series in there as well), which is more fantasy feeling, and the Industrial Revolution series, for anyone who loves that kind of time period, and the few standalone stories. In my opinion, you could start either at the beginning with the Wizards or at the beginning of one of the character series or go chronologically.

Really, there’s no wrong way to read the Discworld.

My Favorite Quotes

“All right,” said Susan. “I’m not stupid. You’re saying humans need…fantasies to make life bearable.”

REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.

“Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little—”

YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES.

“So we can believe the big ones?”

YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING.

“They’re not the same at all!”

YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET—Death waved a hand. AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME…SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED.

“Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what’s the point—”

MY POINT EXACTLY.  

– Susan and Death, The Hogfather

 

Fear is a strange soil. Mainly it grows obedience like corn, which grows in rows and makes weeding easy. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

– Small Gods

 

There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty.The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: ‘What’s up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don’t think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass! And at the other end of the bar the world is full of the other type of person, who has a broken glass, or a glass that has been carefully knocked over (usually by one of the people calling for a larger glass), or who had no glass at all, because they were at the back of the crowd and had failed to catch the barman’s eye.

– The Truth

 

“The secret is not to dream,” she whispered. “The secret is to wake up. Waking up is harder. I have woken up and I am real. I know where I come from and I know where I’m going. You cannot fool me anymore. Or touch me. Or anything that is mine.”

– Tiffany Aching, The Wee Free Men

 

I believe in freedom, Mr. Lipwig. Not many people do, although they will, of course, protest otherwise. And no practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take the consequences. Indeed, it is the freedom upon which all the others are based.

– Vetinari, Going Postal

 

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. 

― A Hat Full of Sky

 

And Tiffany knew that if a witch started thinking of anyone as “just” anything, that would be the first step on a well-worn path that could lead to, oh, to poisoned apples, spinning wheels, and a too-small stove… and to pain, and terror, and horror and the darkness.

― The Shepherd’s Crown

 

Esme Weatherwax hadn’t done nice. She’d done what was needed.

― The Shepherd’s Crown

 

HUMAN BEINGS MAKE LIFE SO INTERESTING. DO YOU KNOW, THAT IN A UNIVERSE SO FULL OF WONDERS, THEY HAVE MANAGED TO INVENT BOREDOM.

― Death, The Hogfather

 

“Now if I’d seen him, really there, really alive, it’d be in me like a fever. If I thought there was some god who really did care two hoots about people, who watched ’em like a father and cared for ’em like a mother . . . well, you wouldn’t catch me saying things like ‘there are two sides to every question’ and ‘we must respect other people’s beliefs.’ You wouldn’t find me being gen’rally nice in the hope that it’d all turn out right in the end, not if that flame was burning in me like an unforgivin’ sword. And I did say burnin’, Mister Oats, ‘cos that’s what it’d be. You say that you people don’t burn folk and sacrifice people anymore, but that’s what true faith would mean, y’see. Sacrificin’ your own life, one day at a time, to the flame, declarin’ the truth of it, workin’ for it, breathin’ the soul of it . . . That’s religion. Anything else is . . . is just bein’ nice. And just a way of keepin’ in touch with the neighbors. Anyway, that’s what I’d be, if I really believed. And I don’t think that’s fashionable right now, ‘cos it seems that if you sees evil you have to wring you rhands and say ‘oh deary me, we must debate this.’ That my two penn’orth, Mister Oats.”

― Granny Weatherwax, Carpe Jugulum

There you have it. A review/open love letter to my favorite series. I keep trying to get people to read it. I haven’t met many who have, and I think most people hear 41 novels and turn a bit green thinking they have to read ALL of them or none.

But if you have read it, how has it impacted you?

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