Authenticity, Camino de Santiago, Commitment, Fear, Freedom, Introversion, Relationships

Commitment: Choice or Coercion?

commitment choice coercionLife has, again, presented me with an opportunity to write about commitment.

Towards the end of June an acquaintance invited me to an event in Denver whose venue was capping the number of guests.  It was unclear what the cap was and at what point it would be reached.  If I wanted to attend, I would have to decide soon. But the event was nearly six weeks out, in theory enough time for me to fly to Spain and walk the Camino de Santiago again.  The date seemed not just beyond the immediate horizon, but on the far side of three mountain ranges, miles of red clay soil planted with vineyards, swaths of fields sticky with mud and pastures pungent with manure.  That I had recently relocated from Denver to Boulder magnified that sense of distance. What if, by the time the event rolled around, my life had adopted different rhythms, and getting to Denver (and back) would present complications? I simply wasn’t prepared to make a decision…yet.  And when I saw this person a week after receiving the invitation, I told her I’d get back to her.

Certainly, I did not want to say “yes” only to possibly renege, violating my understanding of “commitment”.  And I did not want to be coerced, even subtly, by scarcity thinking and claim one of the limited spots.  I could have just said “no”, but that didn’t feel true.  Many times in my life I had RSVPd to events or snapped up tickets or deals out of a fear of “losing out”; my fear of being excluded sometimes trumped whether I truly wanted what was on offer in the first place.  Afterward, I’d often be left with unease that, like a marionette, I had been yanked by another person’s sense of urgency rather than allowing my intuition or desire to drive the decision. There was also this nagging question twisting around my psyche like a stubborn vine: if someone requests my presence, does that mean I “should” go, regardless? “Should”, with its undertones of duty and propriety, feels like shackles around my heart.

When I was younger, I drank the cultural Kool-Aid and believed that the success of an event is commensurate with the number in attendance. Occasionally, when I was feeling ambivalent, I appeared at gatherings partly to increase the chances of folks showing up at mine, as if a small turnout would be a “failure”. But accepting invitations out of a wish for eventual reciprocity is also fear based, subtly coercive of oneself and the other.  Ideally we show up because we want to, not out of obligation or an implicit quid pro quo.  It’s the quality of the company that counts, not the quantity (especially for introverts such as myself).  In this instance, if I were to attend, I wanted to make that choice without pressure.  And, if in the time it took me to get to a wholehearted “yes” the event filled, I was willing to accept that.  I preferred to be “left out” of this event than to leave myself out of the process.  As an introvert, I can’t always predict when my energy will start to run low; rather than say “yes” and honor that commitment by showing up drained and miserable, I would rather wait to decide.  As I keep learning, there is nothing worse than abandoning oneself for the sake of externals (opinions, approval, etc.). If one is truly connected to oneself and to life, it’s nearly impossible to feel as if one is “missing out”. Only the ego and the mind generate such scenarios to keep us from experiencing the present moment.

The other day I received an extremely apologetic and somewhat lengthy e-mail from this person saying that the event, still weeks away, was already at capacity.  I appreciated being notified, and was touched by the concern.  But one line fascinated and frustrated me:

“…since you were not able to commit earlier, at this point, I’m afraid that your coming is no longer an option.”

It was fascinating that, in addition to sharing the news, this person chose to spell out their perspective.  And it was frustrating that their interpretation, stated as fact, did not line up with mine.  In response, I expressed delight that the gathering had filled. What could be better than having eager guests?  And in the spirit of transparency, I wrote that what this person perceived as my inability to commit had, actually, been my conscious choice to not make a decision…yet.  There is a difference between desiring to make a decision and being so conflicted that one is paralyzed, and deliberately choosing to wait. Since what I am committing to (authenticity and freedom) is largely invisible, doesn’t have a deadline and can’t be easily quantified, my current modus operandi might confuse, discombobulate or even anger people who are operating differently.  As for my attendance no longer being an option, that to me feels less like a door closing than one opening in front of me, into possibility.  I’m free to do something else (or nothing) that evening, whether I make that choice two weeks, two days or two minutes beforehand.

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8 thoughts on “Commitment: Choice or Coercion?

  1. I enjoy the way your mind works. The line from that email took me aback. I’ve noticed that sometimes people who would never have a sense of entitlement in the usual sense of the word, still seem to feel entitlement when it comes to such things as another person’s commitment, friendship, interest, positive attitude, or time. While there are some polite traditions we follow to grease the wheels of social harmony, beyond that we simply move toward whatever we feel called to, and away from the rest. Unless a law is broken, why judge that? On the other hand, it’s possible that the person who wrote, “since you were unable to commit earlier,” was trying to indicate non-judgment, ie: “I know you’re great at commitment, so I’m going to assume the best here: that you were unable to.” It’s possible that, in trying too hard to craft non-blaming language, the writer accidentally implied blame.

    Posted by Cara Lopez Lee | July 16, 2013, 1:18 pm
    • Thanks for taking the time to comment, Cara! I appreciate your compassionate point of view that the writer, in trying too hard, might have made things worse. And I did not write this post to call that person out — I know they are kind — but to keep probing what it means to commit, and how people use very subtle sticks/carrots to get others to make decisions. I really would like to unhook myself from the internal machinery that is susceptible to scarcity thinking.

      Posted by ilona fried | July 16, 2013, 1:36 pm
  2. Wow, this brought back memories of a friendship that ended because my having to sometimes back out of commitments was perceived by the other person as a lack of caring for our relationship. But it was down to being an introverted mother of an introverted child who had to travel between two households – and their living 45 minutes’ drive from our house. I could make plans, but if I got back an exhausted child who needed some down time, I wasn’t going to put her (and me) through 1.5 hours of driving just to have dinner. I hadn’t thought of “coercion” as a way of framing the dynamic, but that is how it felt. I wanted our friendship to be based on compassion and the understanding that this was a difficult, yet ultimately fleeting, time in my life. I remember trying to offer explanations about why I couldn’t offer a firm RSVP in advance, but that didn’t help. Anyway, I’m sorry it went that way for you and I hope it will be just a small hiccup for you with this particular friend.

    Posted by Laura | July 16, 2013, 10:14 pm
    • Thanks for sharing your story! In my case, if people say things like this to me, I use it as fodder for exploration and clarification on my blog, so that the next time I’m confronted with a similar situation I can more clearly state my perspective up front, rather than allowing someone else to frame the issue. As I get older, and the more I embrace introversion (and giving myself the right to make choices that others might be uncomfortable with), the more interested I am in finding people who are on the same wavelength, where relating feels more effortless.

      Posted by ilona fried | July 16, 2013, 10:38 pm
  3. I very much enjoyed immersing myself in your process, writing about a particular event invitation, but reflecting on how one chooses, whether one chooses, the pressures that are applied to making a choice, etc. As a lifelong extrovert who has been struggling to find solitude, I’m learning to just say no to many invitations. I’m practicing saying, “Thanks, but there are too many people at that event.” Still, I agonize.

    Thanks for sharing your experience.

    Posted by Woodswoman | July 24, 2013, 9:57 am
    • I’m really curious about your transition from lifelong extrovert to someone struggling for solitude. I hope you will write about that sometime. I think sometimes I overdose on solitude, but then if I’m not in the habit of accepting every single invitation, they dry up. It’s not easy finding balance or communicating with people that, yes, I enjoy their company, but not necessarily frequently.

      Posted by ilona fried | July 24, 2013, 10:06 am

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