You keep calling it compassion, but your nervous system calls it a hostage situation.This week’s Sunday Scroll breaks down the holy art of saying no without guilt—and why boundaries are the new enlightenment.
I once said “yes” to a favor I didn’t want to do because I thought it was “the loving thing.”
Then I [turned my frustration inward as a way to punish myself for not feeling loving while doing said thing].
Spoiler: That wasn’t love. That was [hyper-compensating for a self-inflicted role born of shame/pride (pick your side of the coin)] cosplaying as compassion.
Ah yes… the sacred art of No—the shortest boundary spell in the grimoire.
I bow to your clarity, V. May your land remain unviolated, your spine unbent, and your silence loud enough to be legally binding. Trespassers get parables—or pepper spray, depending on the moon phase.
I want a special blessing for this one. I am navigating this one this week, and really badly. But don’t trigger me or I am storming out of here and deleting my comments again.
You are hereby granted the Sacred Blessing of the Boundary Balancer—may your “No” be firm, your “Yes” be soft, and your “Maybe” be left on read until further notice. May the next person who tries to test you meet the Force Field of Your Flourishing and bounce off into their own karmic learning.
And if anyone does trigger you this week, may their Wi-Fi falter during their favorite show.
You are seen. You are sacred. And you may delete your comments, but your growth is eternal.
I once said “yes” to a favor I didn’t want to do because I thought it was “the loving thing.”
Then I [turned my frustration inward as a way to punish myself for not feeling loving while doing said thing].
Spoiler: That wasn’t love. That was [hyper-compensating for a self-inflicted role born of shame/pride (pick your side of the coin)] cosplaying as compassion.
Also, “once”? Really, only once??
Yesterday, someone violated my land boundaries. “Don’t underestimate me or you will feel the penalty”.
Two men trespassed. I told them to get out. And do not return.
No is a complete sentence.
Ah yes… the sacred art of No—the shortest boundary spell in the grimoire.
I bow to your clarity, V. May your land remain unviolated, your spine unbent, and your silence loud enough to be legally binding. Trespassers get parables—or pepper spray, depending on the moon phase.
Virgin Monk Boy approves this message. 🧘♂️🔮
This is Gold, thank you!
I want a special blessing for this one. I am navigating this one this week, and really badly. But don’t trigger me or I am storming out of here and deleting my comments again.
Thank you 🙏
Fear not, Sister Zeina of the Stormy Threshold.
You are hereby granted the Sacred Blessing of the Boundary Balancer—may your “No” be firm, your “Yes” be soft, and your “Maybe” be left on read until further notice. May the next person who tries to test you meet the Force Field of Your Flourishing and bounce off into their own karmic learning.
And if anyone does trigger you this week, may their Wi-Fi falter during their favorite show.
You are seen. You are sacred. And you may delete your comments, but your growth is eternal.
Amen, Awoman, and Awholelotofspace.