The Way I See It #76

The side of my non-fat caramel kick-in-the-butt this morning reads:

The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love.

The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation.

To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.

-- Anne Morriss 

Well said, Anne. As scary as the "C" word is, there is some comfort in the idea of it. The concept of commitment and decisiveness. The lack of fluidity and unpredictable change, the degradation of chaos. My only caveat would be that there is nothing wrong with commitment, in my opinion. The fear and avoidance associated with that concept (typically with men mostly) I propose is not due to an unwillingness or lack of interest in committing, but rather a desire for assurance in committing to the right thing (or person).  Maybe instead of being accused of being indecisive, we should relish the title of overly-decisive.  Weighing the factors, the pros and cons, scrutinizing and analyzing, but ultimately wanting to make sure you have come to the right answer or solution, and then (and only then?) dive in head-first.

I think Morriss' observation is full of truth if you are confident that this venture or this relationship is worth committing too.  And the journey that takes you to that realization is unpredictable and requires participation on both ends.  Perhaps culture and relationships are not frozen by fear of commitment, but rather fear of committing incorrectly.