#boundary-setting

#boundary-setting

My best friend of nearly 50 years has been diagnosed with cancer, and the prognosis isn't good. Naturally, I want to support her, but she's making it very challenging. I just spoke with her on the phone to check in, and she got angry with me over something incredibly simple. I had asked about her pain level during her treatment that day and expressed how sorry I was that she had to endure such pain.

The last few years I've just started telling him and everyone around us that I don't like music and don't care for it in the background. I'm not embarrassed, it just hurts my ears, literally. I realize it brings him/them joy, but how much joy do I tolerate at my extreme discomfort? I actually used to really like, even love, some music, but now I completely hate it. Hating music is now part of my personality, which I never intended.

We've all been there: staying at work late. Complaining about not enough time in a day. Spending more hours staring at a glowing screen in a cubicle than you'd ever want to. And then we complain about how far outside the 9-to-5 our workday has stretched past. Maybe it's because we're a bit more unorganized than we'd like to admit.