Boundaries

New situations can be thrilling. Every “first” can feel full of excitement, promise, and a glimpse of what is to come. This can pertain to many aspects of life – landing your dream job, meeting your first mom-friend at a baby music class, falling in love. When we find ourselves in the early stages of starting something new that we are excited about, it can be easy to go all in. We are fueled by our natural desire to impress, to overcompensate for whatever insecurity we may be feeling and to give too much of ourselves in effort to win the other person over or even make them feel more comfortable. In fits and bursts, this kind of free fall of giving of ourselves is okay, good even. But, it is not sustainable in the long run, and walking back the line can feel near impossible. Knowing where we stand before we get into those situations can help keep them from steam-rolling out of control.

You guessed it, today we are going to talk boundaries. It is a hot topic and one that can easily divide us, I know. Those that think boundaries are a negative thing and don’t want to be weighed down by them, and those that religiously set them up in an effort to protect and preserve themselves. Like most things in my life, I have travelled the spectrum on this issue. I started out staunchly opposed to the idea of boundaries. I am a free spirit. I am a giving person. I want to make others feel good, happy, welcome. I thought that setting up boundaries would rob me of who I am. Turns out, not setting up boundaries was robbing me of who I am. Without clear guidelines it is easy to bleed into each other, blurring the lines of what defines you.

Setting up healthy boundaries takes a lot of work and can be challenging because it is hard to know where to begin. But healthy boundaries are an incredibly crucial aspect of one’s mental health and well-being. They are essential in establishing one’s identity. A boundary is defined as the clear space between you and another person; knowing where you begin and the other person ends. The idea is not to keep yourself separate, but to define healthy ways to connect and navigate relationships, all relationships – intimate, personal and professional. How many times did you swoon when your girlfriend declared that she doesn’t know where she ends and her partner begins?! But maybe we have it backwards, maybe the key to the gold star relationship is knowing exactly where you end and your partner begins.

Depending on our culture, how we were raised, how we live our lives, it can feel counterintuitive that setting up boundaries can actually bring healthier, happier, and closer relationships. Especially for women, who are taught almost in utero that we are to be the givers, we are to overextend ourselves, we are to be the first to compromise, we are to say yes even if it is something we don’t want to do. We are to show love by giving our mind, body, and spirit. It can be hard to work against what we are taught. Setting up boundaries is not meant to be rigid or black and white. It is meant to be flexible, often reassessed, changed and are different for each relationship – your lover, your boss, your mother. The common ground is that having boundaries makes you a priority. It gives you the space to listen to your gut, the space to say no, the space to sit in your feelings and then the space to speak them.

I did not learn the importance of boundaries until I was in my late thirties. And it is still a hard concept for me to wrap my head around sometimes. I am my mother’s daughter. By observing her in her daily life I learned that she valued putting all other’s needs before her own. In truth, I don’t know if she even knew what her needs were. Or if she knew she was allowed to ask. She never learned to ask herself what SHE wanted. What was important to HER. She never learned to put up one single boundary – with her parents, her friends, her husband, her kids. She just kept giving. I was taught by example not only to do the same, but to value it. And I do very much value it. But the generosity of spirit should just be one aspect of your personality. And like everything else in life, needs limits.

In my adult life, I started to feel like I was losing myself. Like I didn’t even know who I really was. Every relationship is full of compromises, everyone has to give a little. It is necessary. But, if you are giving in a way that is violating who you really are, or the give makes you feel uncomfortable, then it is too much. If you are unclear if you are acting for yourself or for others, then it is too much. That is where I found myself. And these incidents do not have to be something big or even noteworthy – for me, they were tiny, micro compromises that eventually broke me. I lost myself. I became resentful. I couldn’t figure out what was important to me. Death by a thousand cuts, if you will. Giving in just one more time to keep the peace started to wear me down.

Discovering where I drew the line and holding on to it served as an important lesson. Clear and healthy boundaries are essential to establishing yourself and in turn establishing more solid, honest relationships. I am working on this every single day. At the minimum, establishing your own guidelines and defining what behavior is okay to you and what isn’t, will give you more insight into yourself which you can pour into creating, or improving upon, other relationships. Even establishing the smallest boundary can save us from ourselves and help create happier, healthier relationships throughout your life, beginning with yourself.

– Musings by an American born Indian

Chug-Chug-Choo-Choo…

Writing about your own relationship can go two ways – a spin into an extraordinary fairy tale of love, romance and lies or introspection on what you want your relationship to be. The piece below is neither. Its just notes on how we keep the bogies in a row and our train on the tracks.

It would be clichéd to say that no honest relationship is perfect and so I want to say that no honest relationship should be perfect. It must have its flaws with good days and bad days. So what is a bad day in a relationship? Do you really just step out of bed and decide today is the day things will be out of whack? Yes, but equally it could be just after that wake up stretch, when you step into the bathroom and the toothpaste is kept on the wrong side of the sink.

My biggest annoyance was being told I am a lazy contributor to things around the house. Before I was married, I was always considered the organised one, the person who got things done.  When love and togetherness arrived I felt there was little I could get right. The tempering of the dal was not right, the fridge was not set right and the dishwasher must still have a symmetrical setting I can never perfect. Getting the sync right on the small things is what makes marriages work, and we were clearly never at the same station in the early years. After many years figuring what our roles really are in this relationship, I think we have found some balance. My husband is now the doer -so electricity bills, rent, pension and investments and setting the fridge are his area of expertise. This makes him feel in control of his excel spread-sheet on life and makes me feel like I am contributing to him feeling that way!  After many arguments and reluctant apologies over various matters the “tadka” in my dal now gets hoots of approval. We have learnt to step away from the fire as opposed to heading for an explosion that would end in an exhausted relationship, and who wants that.

My kids think I am the boss in the house. I feel I am the boss of the house because I am listener-in-chief! There are many decisions I make around the house and how it’s run but so that the train runs smoothly I listen to everyone, sometimes with a lot less patience than I should. I acknowledge that my short fuse can cause much distress within the unit. The reason my unit runs reasonably well is that when I lose the plot, my husband steps in to salvage the situation. Being the only woman in the house does help as well because when I turn on the charm and affection, I am forgiven for my idiosyncrasies more often than not. Our flawed relationship is perfect because we show each other the worst we can be.

A marriage can last longer if you count to 10 before saying something nasty. Once it’s shot out of your mouth its done irreparable damage. You can never, and I really mean never, take it back. Being the daughter of a seasoned diplomat I must say I took great pride in telling my husband this. What a person says in the name of honesty can both damage and hurt someone. This well-intentioned honesty needs both control and restraint. In 16 years of marriage, we have finally found the balance in hurt, honesty and humour and the train is still on the tracks.

– The Railway Woman

Fooled by Great Expectations in Love

Over the course of your life, how many times have you asked yourself when is the right time? should I wait? should I go ahead? Am I overthinking this? When is the right time to go for a run? When is the right time to get a new puppy? When is the right time to say I love you? When is the right time to quit the job you hate? When is it the right time to settle down, marry, start a family? When is the right time to call it quits, start over? I do it all the time.

The good news is, the more you answer that question, the more you can see that maybe there truly isn’t a defined right time. There certainly is no such thing as the perfect time. And, the waters can get even muddier when you let other people in your life weigh in on whatever decision you are trying to make. An incredibly frivolous but extremely illustrative example is when you invite a group of friends out for dinner. Everyone has an opinion – some folks aren’t hungry quite yet, some are vegetarian, some gluten intolerant, some only want pasta… trying to listen to and please everyone can leave me paralyzed and only serving wine for dinner (which is never a good idea!). Listen, you are the host, you invited these friends, you get to make the call. Listen to people’s opinions, but in the end, you get to choose what you think is right. So, for me realizing that there is no perfect time and learning to turn down the volume on outside noise, has been a freeing gift.

I dated my husband for five years before he proposed. We were introduced at a mutual friend’s wedding and immediately hit it off. We stayed up until 4am that night talking. And the talking didn’t stop after that. I was headed back to Dallas and he was going back to Chicago. But, that did not stop us from getting to know each other more. We would speak daily, sometimes through the night. This was so long ago that facetime was implausible and email had only just started gaining popularity! So, the telephone it was. Until one phone call where he said we should see each other again. When he asked what I thought, I froze. What if he was actually a murderer? What if we were only good on the phone and would have nothing to say if we met up in person again? How, exactly were we going to meet up? We lived 800 miles from each other – a dinner date wasn’t an option. One of us would have to fly into town before we could go out for dinner… that all felt very high stakes, and I for one was most definitely not looking for anything serious. I was young. And fun. I wanted to date many people – to experience life as a young woman and all that meant in the dating world. Was this the right time to make it feel like something more? After much internal debate and a decent amount of asking friends to weigh in on the issue, I decided to remind myself of what I knew. I knew that I enjoyed meeting this person at the wedding. I knew that we always had a lot to talk about on the phone. I knew I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I knew a summer fling could be fun. So, I said yes.

That one weekend visit turned into many weekend visits. Turned into me moving out of state to be with him, then turned into more long-distance dating when I went to law school in another state and finally five years later, turned into a walk down the aisle. How we got there wasn’t always a smooth road. And was often met with me asking, is this the right time. Is this the right time for me to move to be closer to him and see if we can make something real of this? Is this the right time for me to go to law school? Is it the right time for him to stay behind and work while I go to law school? And is this the right time for me to get married?

It is hard enough to make a decision when you alone are dealing with your feelings, your set of facts, your partner’s feelings and their set of facts. (Yes, there are always two sets of facts in a relationship – tricky, but true). But, that already hard to make a decision can become nearly paralyzing when you let noise from everyone else seep through.

This happened to us about 4 years into our dating relationship. We are both close with our families, and by then we had become close with each other’s families AND the families had become friendly with each other. The same thing happened with our friends… the ones we each brought into the relationship had become friends. In so many ways it was truly wonderful. And we considered ourselves lucky. Until, one day at a family anniversary party my aunt took it upon herself to tell my boyfriend that the family was expecting him to have proposed by now. She made it seem that we had held a summit and agreed that the time was right for him to propose and now any day that passed was a waste. In reality, nothing could have been further from the truth. I was perfectly happy as things stood in my relationship. And when confronted with it, I didn’t even know if marriage was something I wanted or needed. This nearly broke us and our relationship.

We had a trip scheduled to Paris a few months after this blow-up. We cancelled it. We had a trip planned with my family. We cancelled it. We nearly cancelled us. Not only did this have a disastrous effect on the two of us as a couple, but it also took a huge toll on our relationship with my family. And, looking back, in truth, I think it colored a lot of our relationship going forward – both
between us and between our families.

We recovered. We both had to ask ourselves, is this the right time to end this 4 year long relationship, which by now was so entangled with our families. Or is it the right time to push through the hard and see where it take us. A year later, he proposed. I was very surprised. And because I had let the noise of our families color my relationship, somewhere in the back of my head and heart I was left with uncertainties. I wondered if he was proposing because he really believed that this was the right time for us to get married, or because he had let pressure from my family get to him.

I said yes. It felt like the right time. It certainly didn’t feel like a terrible time. But, was mine a yes because I really believed that this was the right time for us to get married. Or, did I said yes because I had let the pressure of my family get to me. 20 years later, and the actual answer matters much less.

But, the golden nugget that I have learned since then is to stop worrying about the perfect time. To stop searching for the magical moment for every single thing to fall into place. Life is messy and windblown. Waiting for the perfect calm is like chasing a mirage. Sometimes you have to pull the trigger even if there are unknowns and loose ends. Who knows sometimes making a decision helps other things fall into place. But, that decision has to come from you. Everyone will have an opinion to share if you let them. Your job is to drown out the noise from others, no matter how well-meaning they may be. Find your heart and listen to it in the quiet moments.

Focus on your own set of facts, on what your truth is. It is not always easy. But, it is always freeing. And I promise you the more you do it, the better you will become and the easier it will be. And one day, maybe 20 years from now you’ll be faced with a decision. You will be wrestling with whether the time is right or not. You’ll be running through what others have said to you. But, before you get too far down those paths, my hope is you’ll surprise yourself when you realize your mind was already made up.

– Musings by an American born Indian

Love, Loss and Everything in Between

I have grown up in a world where the end goal of most, if not every romantic relationship is marriage. It’s a great institution and one that I believe in. There are always these couples that are together for a very long time. It can be due to family, societal pressures, or it may just be that they cannot fathom not being together. These are all feel-good stories that make one all warm inside. On the flip side, if a marriage culminating from such a relationship doesn’t work out, it’s a hard reality check. Maybe marriage isn’t just about settling down with your self-appointed soul mate. If it can break the dream couple who everyone envied, one might ask what chance do they have for having a happily ever after? Is there even a happily ever after? Are we even wired to be together with the same person for the rest of our lives?

When a relationship implodes, it takes a toll on not just the couple, but also their immediate circle. I won’t lie and say that I didn’t question my relationship and become anxious. But the thing that kept me sane is my north star. I have an image of how I want my life and relationship to be. This image guides me through the highs and lows. I know as long as I communicate, listen, and adapt, I’ll reach there sooner than later.

I have realized that not every cloud has a silver lining, some people only look great on paper while some who do not appear to have anything in common make for great couples. We take comfort in the fact that we have someone special with us. But is that person the right one and if he/she is, have we told them what they mean to us? Once we accept the fact that relationships aren’t permanent and start giving our best to the one we are in, even if it doesn’t work out, there won’t be the guilt that we could have tried harder. We feel that if we have known a person for a long time we understand how they think and function. But what we do not realize is that people keep on evolving and changing. After a couple of years, if there isn’t any proper communication, couples turn into strangers. We wake up one morning just with a slight recollection of the person we fell in love with. Talk, listen, and engage. Find happiness in little things and not wait for the big moment. It can be a walk around the block, having Chinese takeaway, or just sitting silently across one another.

If two people separate, we say that their marriage failed. But maybe it just ran its course. The stigma that comes with the term failure can do a number on anyone’s psyche. Maybe that is why there are so many unhappy marriages, because who wants to be stamped a failure. In closing, I’d like to say that we all change with time if we are different from what we were a few years ago, it’s not our fault. We should try to keep those who are special to us as involved in our life as possible, those who don’t make the effort get left behind. If a childhood romance can’t handle a year of marriage, then maybe there was nothing but comfort and convenience on the wheels of that relationship.

One needs to take a long hard look at what they want out of a relationship before saying yes. If it works out then it’s the best feeling in the world if it doesn’t then it is better to rip the bandage in one go than dragging it along for years.

–  Wandering Millennial Mind