I’m no guru… but I do know this: I’m both extremely self-aware and completely oblivious—just in different areas. 😅 Especially around blind spots and boundaries.

When it comes to making you feel comfortable, cracking a joke, helping you feel seen—I’m in my zone. I know that’s my strength. But when it comes to invisible boundaries or unspoken lines? Yeah… not my gift. If a boundary isn’t clear, I’ll probably crash right through it without realising there’s been any wreckage. You too?

Here’s the thing—I don’t mind if we don’t speak for months or even years… as long as the silence isn’t because I unknowingly stuffed up!

Turns out, I did. 😳

Let’s talk blind spots.

About six years ago, I apparently dropped the F-bomb (just casually Donald Trumping as I do) in what I thought was “safe company”. It’s something I do around those who know me. I mean… who even decided that word was the worst thing ever? Jesus never said it was a sin—and He still loves me, even when the odd spicy word slips out. 🌶️ (In fact, if you really want to offend me, misuse His name instead—I’ve never understood why people don’t say “Oh Buddha” or “For Krishna’s sake!”)

So yes—”safe company” to me means people who love me unconditionally.

Safe company? Not so much.

Anyhoosers, here’s what happened next:

Six years later, I reached out to a long-lost friend to check in and see what had happened to our friendship. I genuinely thought we’d just drifted apart. Turns out, I’d offended them with that F-bomb. And apparently, when they brought it up, I said it again—thinking we were still in that safe, no-filter space.

Yikes. 😬

And that’s when it hit me: my version of “safe” isn’t necessarily the same as someone else’s.

What felt like casual, open-hearted banter to me—felt offensive and disrespectful to them. And because I never saw the boundary, I crossed it twice without even knowing.

This whole moment reminded me that even with the best intentions, we can still miss the mark. And that doesn’t make us bad people—it just makes us human. 💗

So here’s my little challenge for you (and me):

🛟 Are there places in your life where you’ve assumed safety—but maybe missed a boundary?

🕊️ Are there relationships where a little honest reflection (or even a check-in) might bring some healing?

We’re all learning. And when we stay open—even to the awkward, slightly-ouch moments—we give ourselves a chance to grow with more kindness, empathy, and self-awareness.

PS. This whole reflection opened the door to an even deeper realisation I’ve been sitting with lately… Why do I hate being told what to do? (You too?) Keep an eye out for my next musing! 👀

Let’s keep doing this messy, beautiful growth thing. 🌳 One blind spot at a time. x