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Just When I Thought I Had This Under Control

Here's my question of the day:

Why do I feel the need to explain my actions?
Don't get me wrong. I believe in accountability, and I am so grateful for the people in my life who aren't afraid to call me out and set me straight from time to time. I need that. We all do.
I'm talking about those moments when I feel the need to go over all the gory details of my decision making process, like why I might eat cheese enchiladas from my favorite Mexican place for seven dinners in a row. Or what made me decide to wear cowboy boots with a denim skirt and tiara-styled headband.
Then there are the bigger issues.
As if that isn't bad enough, I'm more than willing to fall into the trap of, "if you questioned my decision, maybe I'm making the wrong one." Then I'll hide the boots for three years. I've done this enough that I'm comfortable with the pattern.
Just the fact that I'm writing this tells me I'm ready to break the pattern. At the end of the day, I suppose, I'm the only one who has to answer for my actions. I need that reminder. Accountability is a wonderful thing, but so is setting yourself free from the ties of approval.

Comments

Christy said…
True.
Also? I'd love to wear that very same outfit. And I'd love to have a pair of cowboy boots. Been craving a pair lately to go with my summer dresses.
frabjouspoet said…
I highly recommend a trip to Tractor Supply. That's where I bought mine...and I love them. (I also think it's funny that that's where I bought them.)

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