Kindness and boundaries…
What makes us choose who we’re kind to?
Why some, and not others?
I think part of it may come from highly social communities. I remember people being really socially exhausted in Nashville, so it was more likely for walls to go up with some folks. It wasn’t necessarily to be a jerk (although it comes off that way), it was just a defense mechanism to preserve our energy for the people we feel more naturally drawn to.
And while I think boundaries are good…I don’t think choosing who we are (and aren’t) kind to is an okay way to go about it. I see this tendency far too often in myself. And I hate it. So…it’s time to wage war on myself. To painstakingly cut that out of my character. To offer grace to those who aren’t kind to me…because I understand where their reasons may spring from. And to those I’ve treated in this manner…I’m very, very sorry.
For now…here’s another Spain peek:
Aslan's in Madrid! With Edmund and Lucy!
I forgot my sunglasses. Bad. Move.
What mealtimes look like these days.
Google sponsors Madrid's Gay Pride & Owen enjoys a Corozon Bandera Gay (he was not *at* the parade, fyi)
The day we *thought* we were getting Owen's cast off.