boundaries
boundaries are bittersweet. they encompass how it feels to breathe in winter air; so cold that it stings, but the smell of earth is intoxicating. they're difficult to set up, especially as a people pleaser. i saw a quote today, that said something to the effect of "stop waiting for permission to be who you want to be". it has agitated my brain all day, wondering if i'm truly the person i want to be, or if i'm waiting for permission. i looked in the mirror today, and was pleasantly surprised. i look different. like someone who speaks their mind, and isn't afraid of being disliked. i've done many small things throughout the day to build up boundaries, and keep the ones i've already carefully accrued. i finished my schoolwork instead of meeting up with a friend, i spoke in a more matter-of-fact way, and (as insignificant as it sounds), i did not speed when cars were approaching me, nor did i look back. i am sawing away at my safety net; each loose strand bringing me closer to who i'm meant to be.