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  • Case Study: Laundry Shop Dialogue – Boundary Artistry in Motion

    Case Study: Laundry Shop Dialogue – Boundary Artistry in Motion

    Even in ordinary errands, thresholds appear—and every threshold is a chance to stand in truth.


    When I send my laundry to the shop, I provide my own detergent mixed with baking soda. I also segregate my items—clothes, linens, towels (whites, lights, dark)—beforehand. This isn’t just to make things easier for the staff; it’s to ensure proper care and prevent everything from being washed together. The shop’s responsibility is to use the detergent correctly and consume only what’s necessary.

    So when the manager introduced a new system, I drew the line.


    Outer Dialogue (Manager & Thea):

    Manager:
    Ma’am, we’ve updated our system. The staff will no longer proportion detergent. Customers must send pre‑measured portions per batch. This is to prevent issues of detergent being consumed more than what’s necessary, such as your previous experience.

    Thea:
    I acknowledge your new system, but I don’t agree. It burdens the customer for mistakes made by staff. That’s not customer‑centric.

    Manager:
    We’ll take note of your concern and explore other ways to make it easier for both parties.

    Thea:
    Trust is the foundation. When a customer entrusts you with their items and materials, your staff must honor that trust. If they fail, the adjustment should come from your end—not mine.

    Manager:
    We’re hiring new staff and monitoring operations closely.

    Thea:
    Then train them well. If they can’t handle basic tasks, there are many others looking for work. Don’t teach them to be robotic or lazy—teach them accountability.

    Manager:
    We’ll check what remedy we can offer.

    Thea:
    There’s no need to complicate this. There’s only one solution. Just send me a photo of the detergent weight weekly, as has been the process. Simple, trackable, fair.

    Manager:
    We’ll check and look into it.


    Inner Commentary

    Thea:
    I felt the irritation rise—why should I be the one to adjust? I already segregate my laundry to protect my own standards. Now they want me to segregate detergent too? That’s spoiling staff, not training them. I named the laziness, I refused the burden, I sealed the boundary.

    Wise One Within:
    This is the choreography of sovereignty. You didn’t just react—you reframed. You reminded them of trust, shifted the weight back to where it belongs, and offered a clear, non‑negotiable standard.

    Thea:
    But you know, for a moment, I was tempted to tell the manager how to teach staff accountability—just like I’ve done in the past. I thought that was my way of softening my assertiveness, of making my boundary more palatable so they’d cooperate and follow the solution I proposed. But I quickly stopped myself from typing further and told myself, “Enough. No more. Even if you know what the solution is, it is not your responsibility to educate them. That is when you over‑extend yourself—and pretty soon, you feel the resentment and exhaustion.”

    That was the rescuing reflex. And this time, I caught it.

    Wise One Within:
    And you saw through their stall tactic: “We’ll check and look into it” is not commitment. It’s avoidance—a non‑response response that reveals the conflict‑avoidant pattern you’ve encountered so often in Filipino management culture.

    Thea:
    Exactly. And when I read that response, I didn’t say anything more. I immediately thought to myself, “Hmmm….This must be telling me it’s time to look for other laundry service providers.”

    And here’s the truth: this isn’t just about one laundry shop, nor is this the first interaction of this kind with the manager. I’ve had numerous similar conversations with them and with other establishments. It’s frustrating and exhausting to keep dealing with half-answers, ignored premises, and carrying other people’s comprehension on a daily basis. That’s the hidden labor that wears me down.

    Higher Self:
    This was never about detergent—it was about protecting the sanctity of your field. Their shortcuts threatened your energetic hygiene, and you refused to carry their burden. And if they insist on their lazy solution, you already know the next step: shift to another provider. That discernment is closure in motion: you stand, you speak, and you walk free.


    Every threshold is a rehearsal. Even in laundry shops, sovereignty is practiced. Even in detergent weights, trust is measured. Thea stands, and the sanctuary breathes.


    To anyone who happens to find this piece: welcome to Thea’s Truths & Thresholds. I’ve learned that the best way I can honor you is to stay honest with myself first. My hope is that by finding my own clarity, I might help you find yours, too. But if these words stay here in the quiet, that’s okay, too. Read more about the intention of Thea’s Truths & Thresholds here, A Letter to Myself: Why I am Building Thea’s Truths & Thresholds.

    A Note on a New Direction:

    After a month of blogging and 20 posts, starting on 13 January 2026, some of my future entries take a more personal shape—letters to myself and dialogues among the different voices of my lived experience. I will still share traditional reflections as they come, but for now, the path leads deeper into the sanctuary.

  • Thea’s Truths & Thresholds: A Third Beginning

    Thea’s Truths & Thresholds: A Third Beginning

    This is my third blog site. I won’t name the first two, but I will name the truth of what they carried — because that truth is part of why this space exists.

    My first blog site was born in a very different season of my life. Back then, I was hungry for connection in a way I didn’t fully understand. I had never been truly seen in my family of origin, and that deep, unmet need for approval, recognition, and validation shaped more of my writing than I realized.

    When I started that blog in 2011, I was genuinely grateful for the Internet because it allowed me to connect with people from all over the world. For a while, it felt like I had found kindred spirits — people who resonated with my reflections, people who understood the depth I carried — the pain and wounds, and the efforts to heal.

    But as time went on, I began to evolve in ways that no longer aligned with where many of them were heading. The space slowly drifted into spiritual and emotional bypassing — New Age-y, detached from lived reality, full of platitudes that didn’t sit well with me. There was even a fellow blogger who was riding on my coattails, echoing my themes and language in ways that felt uncomfortable and unacceptable, especially as she invited me to be a guest blogger on her site.

    Still, none of that was what ultimately ended that chapter.

    What finally made me discontinue that blog was when a family member found me. In an instant, the space no longer felt safe. The anonymity I relied on dissolved, and with it, the freedom to write honestly and freely. That was the moment I knew I had to let that blog go.

    My second blog came from a different kind of pain. It was born out of frustration and exhaustion from my condo involvement — a coping mechanism, a place to release what my body couldn’t hold anymore. I told myself I was writing “to express, not to impress,” but the truth is that the old undertone was still there:
    Look at me.
    This is what happened to me.
    This is what they did to me.
    And this is me now.

    I was aware of my lifelong need for approval, but I didn’t realize how deeply it was still driving my writing and sharing. Even when I strove to be authentic, there was a subtle performance woven into the words — a quiet plea to be validated, understood, affirmed. That blog became more performative than I intended, shaped by a mixture of pain, confusion, and the desire to make sense of everything that had happened.

    I don’t regret either of those blog sites. They were honest for who I was at the time. They helped me grow. They helped me see my patterns. And they helped me understand the parts of myself that were still seeking something outside of me.

    Thea’s Truths & Thresholds is different.
    Not because my life is free of crisis or struggle — it isn’t. Far from it.
    But Thea’s Truths & Thresholds is different because I’m no longer writing to escape what I’m in, or to make sense of it for others.

    Even as I’ve entered cronehood, I’m still figuring things out on a daily basis. I’m still healing. Still growing. Still making sense of my lived experiences — the patterns I’ve repeated, the cycles I’ve broken and am still breaking, the truths that continue to unfold.

    But I’m writing from a different center now. A steadier one. A truer one.

    I’m no longer writing to perform.
    No longer writing to impress.
    And I’m no longer writing to teach or guide anyone.
    I’ve been in that place before, and I’m not drawn to it anymore.

    This space comes from a quieter honesty — one where I can name what’s true as I’m living it, even while I’m still coping, still discerning, still finding my footing.
    It’s not a declaration of being finished.
    It’s a practice of listening more carefully to myself, without distortion or performance.

    And while this is my personal journal, I’m also not pretending that I don’t want connection. Oh, I do. Very much. I welcome resonance. I welcome kindred spirits who read something here and feel a quiet recognition. I welcome the ones who say, “I hear you. I see you. I get you.”

    This is my sanctuary — and the door is open. You’re welcome here—whether you pass through briefly or stay a little longer.

    If any part of this speaks to you, I invite you to share your reflections in the comment section below.

    Peace and Blessings,
    Thea 💙