Boundaries (Part One)

Life can get pretty crazy sometimes. You can’t say yes to every person and every opportunity that comes your way. There are going to be occasions when it is completely acceptable to say no.

Toddlers are very good at using the word no. I wonder what age it is we get to when we develop the idea that we are no longer allowed to say no. Good children say yes. Be a good child. Be compliant to those more powerful than you. Always say yes.

These powerful people don’t always have to actually be more powerful than you, you just have to believe that they are more powerful than you.

And then there are some people we give more power to than we really ought to. Disorganised people tend to have more “emergencies” in their life than regular people. And in their disorganization, they may panic and demand that others fix their disorder for them. Poor planning tends to result in “emergencies”.

If those people exist in your life do not enable them, empower them. How do you empower them? By not always rushing in and fixing their problems for them, and cleaning up their messes all the time. You empower them by occasionally saying no to them.

Start asking them questions like: How did that happen? What are you going to do about it? How are you going to clean up your mess? What are you going to do in the future?

Rescuing people from themselves can get exhausting. We overly romanticize playing the part of the hero. Especially those of us who attribute our worth to being the rescuer.

I hate mess – both figurative and literal. So, as a result, I have developed a life long habit of cleaning up other people’s messes. I called it having an ‘acts of service’ love language. I recently discovered that ‘acts of service’ is not my main love language. I had simply come up with a justification for my dysfunction.

I would clean up someone else’s mess before I was even asked to. That way, I could avoid confrontation with the mess maker, or the conflict that would inevitably ensure when others were affected by the mess. I got so good at it that now I can sometimes foresee the damage a mess could create and tidy it up before anyone else is affected. Church folk call it an administrational gifting. Perhaps. An administrational gifting I developed through a fear of conflict that usually arises from mess that hasn’t been dealt with. (If you’ve read my previous post Courageous Conversations, you may remember my distaste of confrontation and conflict.)

I remember a conversation I had with a mentor once that went something like this.

“I have to do their job for them if they don’t do it.”

“Why?”

“To stop a mess from happening.”

“What would happen if there was a mess?”

“People would get angry.”

“Maybe it would be good to let them make a mess anyway…”

I remember thinking: No. No it would not be good. But I have tried to apply her advice over the past couple of years with varying degrees of success.

Sometimes you need to let people make a mess so that they can see the consequences of their actions (or inaction) and learn from them.

Being a powerful and responsible person doesn’t mean that you never make a mess. What it does mean is that as a powerful person you will clean up your mess. Powerful people don’t ignore their mess and/or expect someone else to clean it up for them. I’m referring to mess in the more figurative sense. But internal attitudes do very often manifest in an external reality. A messy mind and heart can often lead to a messy environment.

Note: I’ve heard some say “Oh but that person is a ‘creative’. You know how ‘creatives’ are.” Being a ‘creative’ is not an excuse to be irresponsible. I know loads of tidy, responsible and respectful ‘creatives’. Their ability to organise actually helps them, not hinders them, in their ability to create. Just ask any ‘creative’ who runs their own business.

It is important to set boundaries in your life to protect your priorities. To steward what is important to you. Otherwise you will be constantly running around taking care of other people’s priorities on their behalf and stewarding what is important to them. If you cannot set healthy boundaries in your life, you will be exploited. That’s not an overly cynical world-view. That is just a cold hard fact. People who do not have boundaries either grant free access to all and sundry, or they have solid walls in place, letting no man in. Boundaries are not walls. They are gates that you hold the key to. You decide who has access and what level of access they have to your life. You decide what you will do and what you will not do. You are responsible for you.

Danny Silk says in his book, Keep Your Love On, “when you start telling people what you’re going to do and what you’re not going to do and follow through on both, people come to believe what you say. Your words have weight.”

Even Jesus said, let your yes be yes and your no be no.

When you start saying no, your yes starts to mean something.

Sometimes letting someone make a mess looks like saying no to them. When someone is not used to being told no, they won’t like it. They may even freak out a little. But eventually they will get over it. They may learn, or they may move on to someone else. But at least your priorities will be protected and your self-respect will still be in tact (as well as your mental health).

And if you still cannot say no, try searching out a toddler who will most probably be happy to teach you.

Gate image from Flickr

Christmas is allowed to be messy

This year Leonard Cohen’s song Hallelujah has been re-released as a happy Christmas song. To be fair it is a lovely version. It is a lovely, polished and pretty version.

Cohen said of his song

“This world is full of conflicts and full of things that cannot be reconciled. But there are moments when we can transcend the dualistic system and reconcile and embrace the whole mess, and that’s what I mean by ‘Hallelujah.’ That regardless of what the impossibility of the situation is, there is a moment when you open your mouth and you throw open your arms and you embrace the thing and you just say, ‘Hallelujah! Blessed is the name.’…
“The only moment that you can live here comfortably in these absolutely irreconcilable conflicts is in this moment when you embrace it all and you say, ‘Look, I don’t understand a #@$%ing thing at all – Hallelujah!’ That’s the only moment that we live here fully as human beings.”

Ironically Hallelujah is a song about acknowledging the messiness of life. It’s about being able to embrace the mystery and confusion of life. David would start sometimes start a Psalm by acknowledging all that seemed to be going wrong in his life. He would process through his pain with God. (Disclaimer: I talk about pain a lot. That’s probably because pain, or the fear of experiencing pain, is the thing that keeps us from showing up and being seen more then anything else. Pain and shame. Few want to talk about it at Christmas time. Even though many people quietly experience it at this time of year.) Everything seemed to be going against him and nothing seemed to be working out. Yet he often finished them in a similar fashion to Cohen’s description. I don’t understand the why, but Praise God anyway.

When I read about the birth of Jesus, there doesn’t appear to be much that is pretty or polished about it. A young girl, with rumors swirling around her, gave birth to her first child, far from home, while surrounded by farm animals. Not the clean tidy nativity scene we are familiar with, but a messy, smelly, unfamiliar and crowded space.

So many Christmas songs tell a very different narrative. According to some songs baby Jesus didn’t cry. See Jesus was so holy, that even as a newborn infant he had no needs. This is a denial of his humanity. It is also a denial of our own as we are called to walk in his footsteps.

“We take on a properly antiseptic and churchy view of birth, arranged as high art to convey the seriousness and sacredness of the incarnation. It is as though the truth of birth is too secular for Immanuel. Birth doesn’t look like our concept of “holy” in its real state. So we think the first days of the God-with-us require the dignity afforded by our careful editing.” Sarah Bessey

Jesus’ birth was messy. His life was messy. And his death was most certainly messy.

There is nothing about the first Christmas that promotes performance or perfectionism, and yet, these things run rife at this time of year. People get into debt just to have the “perfect” Christmas. The house needs to be decorated just “right”. With the “right” presents, the “right”food and family behaving the “right” way. So much pressure!

Could it be possible to decorate and exchange gifts and eat food without all the pressure of trying to make the holiday look like a pinterest board?

Christmas can be messy partly because Christmas involves family, and family can be…well…messy.

God could have chosen his birth to look any way He wanted. He chose for it to be messy and imperfect. There is freedom in that. God is okay with your mess. Yes we aspire to grow and develop and heal, but God is also quite comfortable hanging out with you being the hot mess that you are.

We are allowed to be messy and imperfect…even at Christmas time.

Christmas light image taken from Flickr