Boundaries part one

I have a few boundaries to keep my life more sane than naught. Hey, a girl's got to have some sort of balance when she lives a stone's throw (literally) from her first and second place (work and other place where I am known...school is quickly becoming my third. There go my hopes and dreams to have a Cheers or Central Perk to call my own. Le sigh, maybe someday.)

Anyway. Boundaries. Part one. I don't check my work email after 8p. Okay, okay, let's be real. Most days it's 8p...some days I get curious and it's more like 10p. But what I've learned about myself is: if I read an email late at night, there's probably no cure for the anxiety it will cause. No one else is reading their email so late at night (well, likely no one who is sending me anxiety-inducing emails, at least), so there's nothing I can do about it. My boundary? If I don't read it, I can't be anxious about it. I can be curious (as I just was this VERY minute) but I'd rather be curious and put it off until tomorrow than wreck a perfectly good bedtime routine and sleepy state with anxiety inducing email that I can do nothin about.

Rambly? Yes. Too much self-disclosure about my fragile psyche that can be wrecked the feather weight of an ambiguous email? Perhaps. Boundaries maintained? Indeed. And goodnight blogland.