Whenever we make statements like this, we give ourselves permission to start a construction project that erects sky-high walls.
Walls are helpful. Not building walls where you need them is dumb. You know what I’ve learned? I’ve learned that lots of people do not deserve access to my inner sanctum. They don’t get to come in. I can be just dandy “friends” with people who do not get to have access to my inner sanctum. In fact, if you are a friend who has been let into that tiny room, you are a very special person and I have known you for years.
Throughout this book, Jennie Allen continues to speak about “your people” as though anyone who happens to be nearby can become that. I disagree. I am big on waiting while I see what someone is truly made of before I make any attempt whatsoever to deepen that friendship. And, I have never regretted keeping someone at arm’s length while I watch how they are unfold, but I have regretted it the other way: when I let some gushy gush-ball become my immediate friend and then I realize they are a total headcase and getting out is much harder. (Like that crazy lady I met in Lamaze class!)
