RUNNING TOWARDS COMMITMENT

Commitment.

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.

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