Sippin’ on Boundaries and Sweet Tea

Let’s sit on the porch for a minute, babe—glass of sweet tea in hand (maybe something extra in there if it’s one of those Mondays).

Let’s talk boundaries.

Not the Pinterest-perfect, color-coded kind.

I mean the real kind.

The messy, emotional, tough-love kind.

The kind that sometimes looks like silence, space, or saying,“That no longer feels good to me.”

Because here’s the truth: Letting go doesn’t always come with closure.

Sometimes it comes with deep breaths, second guesses, and a whole lotta grace.

But you do it anyway. Because your peace is no longer up for grabs.

Boundaries aren’t walls.

They’re doors you choose to close gently behind you.

They say:“I still love you, but I love me more.”

“I’m no longer shrinking for someone else’s comfort.”

“I don’t have to be available just because I’m capable.”

And sis, that’s not selfish. That’s sacred.

So today, I’m sipping on:

• Boundaries that protect my softness

• Grace for the version of me that once tolerated too much

• And sweet tea, because healing doesn’t mean you have to give up your Southern sass. 😉

  
  

You can be kind and clear. Soft and strong.
Grateful and gone.
You can choose you—without apology.

So here’s to the beautiful mess of letting go,

To the quiet power of a firm no,

And to the women learning to pour into themselves the way they pour into everyone else.

Pass the sweet tea, sis. We’re setting boundaries and reclaiming peace—one sip at a time. 💛

xo, Blonde Tipsy Mama