On Having Boundaries

It’s a quiet Wednesday morning. I’m sitting cosy at my favourite spot by the window, feet stretched out, watching the sunlight dance on my toes.

My phone buzzes. A text.

Hey, can I come over? I need to talk about certain things that are bothering me.

It’s my friend. Who regards me as her default shrink. Which is completely fine with me, because I love her.

But today I don’t want to listen to her problems.Continue reading “On Having Boundaries”