When I first met my husband nearly eight years ago, he used to make bold, absolute statements, little lines in the sand.
You know the kind. Protective. Certain. Final. ⚠️
And instead of arguing, I’d quietly slip off my shoe and rub my toe across the floor… erasing that imaginary line he’d just drawn. 👣✨
Eventually he asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m rubbing out that line,” I told him.
“Because I don’t accept it—and I’m not sure you even believe it.”
That moment taught me something big:
Most of the lines we draw aren’t boundaries.
They’re fear, conceptual fear, pretending to be truth.** 🧠💭
This fear doesn’t live in the body.
It lives in the mind, sharp, convincing, and rarely questioned.
🔺 It says:
• Not past this point.
• This is dangerous.
• I can’t.
• I’m not ready.
But when we bring that fear into awareness, everything softens. 🌿
Awareness says:
✨ “Something in me is reacting—let’s get curious.”
✨ “Is this fear a fact or a story?”
✨ “What does this part of me need?”
The line loosens.
The story loses its grip.
And choice returns. 🔓
Awareness doesn’t silence fear, it puts it in context.
It turns fear from a stop sign into a signal. 🚦
An invitation to pay attention, not pull back.
Where have you recently noticed yourself drawing a “line in the sand”, a place where fear was speaking as if it were truth?
And what happens when you look at that line with curiosity instead of obedience?