Making Commitments

Today I am thinking about how hard it is for me to state commitments....

Whenever I am asked questions like, "What's music do you like? What is your favorite movie or book?" I don't have an answer.
What is it??? Truly. What is behind this indecision?
Maybe...

I am afraid to state a commitment because I have never cared enough to decide.

I am afraid to state a commitment because I might have an awkward moment if someone else doesn't like it.

I am afraid to state a commitment because I might be judged.

I am afraid to state a commitment because it might be wrong in someone else's eyes.

I am afraid to state a commitment because someone will make fun of me.

I am afraid to state a commitment because I will have to support the decision.

I am afraid to state a commitment because it shows my vulnerability.

I am afraid to state a commitment because someone might pigeonhole me.

I guess what keeps coming up is judgment!!!

I am going to go through the exercise of answering the questions. Make a commitment about some of my favorites. And I am going to tell myself that this can change next month or tomorrow and no one will care or notice. The only person holding myself to this accountability is ME.
This is always what it comes down to. I am the one that thinks this way and I am the one that can change these thoughts. I am not the center of anyone else's universe and if they wish to judge, then they are choosing to spend those minutes of their life in that way-it's their choice.

So.. now to make my list. Hmm... what do I like???

I love rust orange and I really like it with a nice bright blue.

I love plum tea.

I love singing along to 80's music like Michael Jackson or Foreigner or Pat Benatar.

I love the movie "Bridget Jones Diary" and my favorite movies from childhood are "The Princess Bride" and "The NeverEnding Story."

I love dark chocolate with nuts.

I love sweet and salty things (popcorn with m&m's or ice cream with chips).

I love blankets and fireplaces.

I love sitting by water in a peaceful place.

I love walks in quiet areas.
I love hearing live music and going to art museums.

I love newer music from Ingrid Michaelson, The Civil Wars, Fleet Foxes, Nora Jones.

My favorite fiction from childhood was one of Madeleine L'Engle's books or the Trixie Belden series and now it might be something from Barbara Kingsolver-that one I am still not sure of???

My favorite nonfiction is "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle," but I also love books by Martha Beck and Brené Brown.

Do I have something to say now?

What is on your list?

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