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Risk and Sighting

Daring to set boundaries is about having the courage to love ourselves, even when we risk disappointing others. ~ Brene Brown

I had an opportunity to set some boundaries in a relationship this week, which never seems to get less uncomfortable for me. Over and over again I struggle to remember that setting boundaries is about loving myself, not about NOT loving someone else.  I know so many people fight this same battle, caught between the fear of disappointing someone else, the fear of not being liked and the fear of rejection.  

When I purposely look at it from a different perspective, it creates a shift which allows me to see things differently which then means I feel them differently. 

What is this situation/person teaching me? 

 If I can find the opportunity in the situation, the lesson in the moment and the value in the experience, I am moving in the right direction.  If all I can experience is the suckiness of the emotions, I know I am stuck.  Refer back to "what is this teaching me?" 

How will this look 6 months from now, a year from now?  

When I remember to remember the way I feel right now is not how I will always feel, and that no matter how big it seems in my head and heart right now, it won't always be that big, I am able to shift from drowning in the emotions and make my way back to the surface. 

I think of this much like the process of sighting.  When I was training for Ironman, swimming was my biggest challenge.  In the process of learning how to swim I spent hours off course because I didn't know how to sight.  Slipping on my goggles I would put my face in the water, completly focused on breathing and keeping my body afloat.  In short, I have described it as a desperate effort, every second, not to drown.  

I was so focused on this in fact that I would churn through the water, focused only on not drowning and I would forget, again and again, to look up to see where I was going.  In fact I hated looking up. Every time I pulled my head up, I would lose momentum, my feet would drop causing my body to drag, and worst of all I would experience the "oh shit" moment of failure because invariably I was way the hell off course.

 Eventually  I got better at it, although it remained a struggle for me. I was so desperate to keep moving, that I had to continuosly challenge my resisistance.  

Life seems to have a lot of similarities to swimming and sighting.  I have to remind myself that if I am looking up, looking out at my destination rather than frantically churning through the water, I can take a moment to breath and see what the stuff ahead looks like.  

So when I struggle to see the lesson or opportunity and I am stuck in how big the discomfort feels in the moment, I challenge my resistance and look out at the horizon.  It seems far away and sometimes feels like it will be so much work to get there, but I take a breath and start to move.  Even if it means I may disappoint someone or they may not like me.