The greatest hinderance in exercising my power of choice has historically been rooted in
fear.
I can remember being very young and wanting a puppy. My Dad didn't want me to have the puppy and made a great argument for why I couldn't have one. Despite everything he said, I begged and begged until he finally agreed.
His agreement came with a contingency. I, at roughly eight years old, would be totally responsibly for the puppy. I was charged with cleaning up after him, feeding him, and whatever else owning a puppy entailed.
Of course, being that young, I had no idea what I was committing to. All I knew was I was getting a new, beautiful and chubby little friend with whom I would enjoy hours of endless play. So...we brought the puppy home that night from my aunt's house. I don't even remember naming him at that point.
