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The story is always yours to tell and you can tell it in any way that you want. It can be a tragic tale, a tale of woe, or it can be a story of opportunity and deeper truth. It can be embarrassing, a story of shame or defeat or it can be a story of learning.
The path of mastery is always a path of learning. A path of mastery has no true arrivals because the focus and expectation is invested in the quality of the walk not the place of arrival.
In relationship, there is an equation between boundaries and the capacity to story a path of mastery. The path of mastery begins when personal boundaries are established and clear. If you are invested in fulfilling the need of another – or trying to fulfill your needs through the eyes of another, you are dancing for an outcome, a reaction or response. You are confusing your needs with the needs of the other. That is enabling, a bargain that will eventually lead to collapse. Ana-the-wise calls this “vampiring.”
Clear boundaries will shift your focus from what you get from someone to what you bring to the relationship. When your focus is on what you bring you are walking a path of mastery. Only then are you capable of telling a story of growth and learning.
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The Direction of Intention 
I woke up this morning to see four young bucks dancing off to the back road as I attempted to sneak out to sit on the front steps and watch them. They looked at me, like I was the wild animal, and then in a new dance step, created on the spot danced off with a few jumps and kicks and gathered in a knot to look again. The birds were what woke me and then the sight of three cats staring out the dining room window alerted me, to the bucks grazing in the grass, right under the apple trees.
I had a dream last night, I was collecting up a bit of cash from here and there and planning to run away. Often my dreams are like movies where the now me, asleep watches, as the other me wanders through the dream world. I had concern that I had not packed any clothes, that I really had no plan to meet up with friends, that I thought I was going with and I did not have enough money to live on and no job or prospects and my mother would look for me and punish me for leaving.
This leaving is an old story of mine, from childhood on, getting out of Dodge or Minneapolis or Colorado Springs, or Tigard or Portland, I have been the moving target of my young and not so young life. A mover, like the deer dancing off to a new road and new chance, at whatever it was I thought was ahead, and mostly away from what was.
In this dream the now me saw all that, mother to myself and the dream, I was caring for the younger me and seeing that past. In the strangest of thoughts and self conversations, I realized for the first time in my life, I don’t want to leave, move on, escape, look for what is next from this real world I live in now. What an insight, I checked it out as the other dream went on, asking myself, how about packing up and moving on? I was surprised, this serial mover, get out of Dodge person is satisfied with right where I am. A new, on the spot dance step for me.