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IZ: So, you’d be proud of me. When Bill suggested we host them again this summer, I told him that we were taking a break this year and declaring 2007 the year of no house guests.

Me: Oh! GO YOU! And how did he take that?

IZ: Oh, just about what I expected. He gave me all the reasons why this shouldn’t apply to him and then made plans around it.

Me: What you’d do then?

IZ: I held my ground. Gently, but I held it.

I have to tell you, Dear Readers, this is becoming a trend. The world will tell you can do anything you set your mind to: quit smoking, stop drinking, lose weight… you name it. And by “the world” I mean your friends, your family, your peers, your work colleagues and the guy who pumps your gas at the mini-mart. They will champion your cause till Sunday as long as your “goals” have no direct effect on their sense of well being. As long as you’re singing their tune, they’ve got your back. You are the champion, they will sing along with you. Hell, some of them will play air guitar to your wicked Freddy Mercury impersonation.

But if your quitting smoking means they have to stop doing so around you or your desire to drop a few pounds means you won’t be imbibing at the weekly beer fest, look out! God help you if you set a boundary they’ve grown accustomed to crossing without thought. Uh huh… then their response is going to range from a lukewarm, “That doesn’t really apply to me, right?” to blatant outrage. You will find yourself singing Queen tunes alone with your band on hiatus because they think you are being a stage hog. Just sayin’

We won’t even cover the passive aggressive behavior that is heading your way now. You’re better off facing it in the dark.

Where was I? As it turns out, Dear Reader, you are your own worst enemy. And by this, I mean, you thought you were doing a good thing setting a New Year’s resolution that gave you time to rest and restore and find some perspective. What were you thinking putting your own desires and needs first? And really, what made you think the guy who pumps your gas is mature enough to understand or support your decisions? Idiot.

And by “You” I mean, “me…” I did not just call you an idiot. I did not. Nuh uh!

Truth is, there are two kinds of responses I get to setting any kind of boundary. There are those people who look at me and say “YOU GO GIRL”. We like those people. These are the people that understand the true gift of supporting another person’s boundary. If we are smart, we will hang on to those people and be willing to play air guitar in their lives as needed.

And then we have the people who see every boundary as a challenge, if they see the boundary at all! The reasons for their eyesight deficits are as diverse as their eye colors, but the bottom line is they aren’t going to willingly support your decision. Typically, these are the people we love. There is something about proximity and intimacy and bonded-ness that makes the other person think that this boundary is for everyone else.

I’m not shocked that the responses to “Go Lean” have fallen into one or the other of these camps. It’s been fairly predictable as to who would be my support band and who would be my boundary breakers. There is little doubt in my mind that in the short run, it would be easier to give in. From the behavior of some, you would think I had no right to set the boundary in the first place! But it’s not the short run I’m worried about. Beyond the need to clear my head, beyond the need to rest, beyond the necessity to let my body heal is a desire for change.

Too often, I buckle under the pressure. I do a terrible job of telling the people I love “No.” I tend to let them walk all over me only to grow resentful of them later. I don’t like the pattern—so I’m trying hard to change that. However, the consequences have meant that a few relationships have ended over my setting a boundary and taking care of myself. I suspect some professional relationships will also end because of it. I’m hopeful that as I move forward in a healthier fashion, my relationships will be healthier for it.

I’m fortunate to have IZ standing guard and setting the tone. At least my bass player is loyal, eh? And my entire band has not deserted me… there are a few tambourine players and triangle bangers still willing to share the stage with me. The whole experience has clarified how much I love those percussionists! If you feel like playing air guitar in the comment box, there’s always room in the band. I promise not the hog the mike.