MY HOUSE

He had no discipline…

So anybody could walk in.

His LIFE was an open door. People were muddying his carpets, eating the food in his fridge, lying on his couch, staying in his bed, using his toilet and just generally disrupting his space. If LIFE is a house…

Then his was a mess!

He was allowing others to stain his choices, decisions and authority. People he loved would come in and take his energy because he had no boundaries. Houses have four walls, double-glazed windows, thick doors and sturdy roofs for a reason. It is not just the seasons that they keep out…