I grew up in a household that threw around words like “accountability” and “free agency” right along with “dinner time” and “brush your teeth”. I was constantly told that I had the right to make my own decisions and my own mistakes. Because that was what God wanted; that was why I was alive — to make my own choices, be my own person and to ultimately end up dwelling in eternal, celestial bliss.
Because that was the fine-print, the unspoken stipulations: they were the loop-holes. I could make my own elections – provided they were correct. I could be my own person — on the condition that I was the right one. And I could live however I wanted, as long as I followed all of the rules and abandoned my individual self-confidence.