Ever since I was a little girl that word has made me buck like a wild horse and gallop away from the thing that was asking for me to stay as fast as I could.
For me, commitment seemed very final.
Like a trap that radically reduced my options as soon as it was in place.
I would gallop away from jobs, from homes, from relationships.
From anything that seemed to place a bridal on my ability to move away at speed when I needed to.
Or perhaps ‘need’ is the wrong word here in this context.
‘Want’ would have been better.