The past few weeks have been nothing short of transformative. Not in that Instagram-worthy, "I had an epiphany while sipping tea at sunrise" kind of way- though this picture may say otherwise - both things can be true at the same time. I'm talking about the messy, uncomfortable, tears-and-all journey that true self-accountability often is. And let me tell you – it is not for the weak and it was exhausting.
A couple of weeks ago, I found myself facing situations both professionally and personally that required me to take a long, hard look at my own role in creating my current reality. It's so much easier to focus on external factors – the client who changed their mind, the friend who misunderstood, the circumstances that just didn't align. But the brutal truth I've been confronting is this: I am the common denominator in all areas of my life.
In my professional world, I had to acknowledge where I'd been letting standards slip. Where I'd been avoiding difficult conversations. Where I'd been saying "yes" when I should have said "no." It wasn't because someone else forced me into these positions – it was because of choices I made, consciously or unconsciously.
Personally, patterns in my relationships suddenly became painfully clear. The boundaries I hadn't been setting. The needs I wasn't expressing. The responsibility I wasn't fully claiming.
There's a reason most people avoid true self-accountability. It's uncomfortable. Sometimes it's downright painful. It's much easier to play the victim, to point fingers, to create narratives where we are the heroes of our own stories rather than sometimes being the ones creating our own obstacles.
I found myself sitting with questions that made me squirm:
The answers weren't pretty. They required me to acknowledge my own shortcomings, my fears, my avoidance tendencies. They required me to sit in discomfort rather than run from it.
Here's what I'm learning through this process: taking full accountability is simultaneously the hardest and most empowering choice we can make.
When I blame others or circumstances, I give away my power. I become a victim of situations, of other people's actions, of "the way things are." But when I take responsibility – even for the difficult parts, even for my contributions to painful situations – I reclaim my agency.
If I created this reality through my choices, my actions, my words (or lack thereof), then I can create a different reality moving forward.
This isn't just philosophical musing. Over the past few weeks, I've had to implement practical steps toward greater accountability:
None of this has been easy. I've had moments of wanting to retreat, to return to old patterns of deflection or avoidance. But I'm committed to this path because I've glimpsed the freedom on the other side.
One final lesson I'm learning: true accountability doesn't mean endless self-flagellation. It's not about beating ourselves up or dwelling in shame. It's about honest assessment paired with compassion.
Yes, I need to take responsibility for my choices and their outcomes. AND I can do so with an understanding that I am human, that I am learning, that growth is a process.
The goal isn't perfection. The goal is awareness, ownership, and the willingness to do better as I know better.
I share this not because I've mastered self-accountability – clearly, I'm in the trenches with it right now – but because I believe this work is transformative when we engage with it honestly.
The path of self-accountability isn't for the faint of heart. It will challenge you. It will make you uncomfortable. It might even bring you to tears at times.
But I'm convinced it's the only path to true empowerment, authentic relationships, and a life of integrity.
And that's worth a few uncomfortable weeks.