Being accountable — the importance of owning your shit

Being accountable — the importance of owning your shit

Yesterday I overheard my husband having a conversation with his assistant at work. Here’s the general gist. Max asks assistant to complete task. Assistant fails. Max calls assistant on failure. Assistant lies. Max calls assistant on lie. Assistant lies again and shortly thereafter gets busted, causing him great embarrassment. And that’s what got me thinking about the importance of being accountable.

Being accountable is something I rank high in importance.

Whether fear, immaturity or plain stupidity lay behind his assistant’s dishonesty, he’d made a foolish move. If the company can’t count on him to do what they’re paying him for, or at the very least, accept responsibility when he fails to deliver, how are they supposed to trust him? If there’s no trust, where’s the relationship heading? Nowhere good. And that pertains to all of us and all of our relationships — in the workplace and in our personal lives.

What consumes me, though, isn’t the impact that a lack of accountability can have on our relationships with others. It’s the impact it can have on ourselves.

For me, accountability ranks high primarily for selfish reasons: I can’t move forward peacefully without it.

No need to get out the violins, but over the years I’ve incurred my fair share of emotional blows. Haven’t we all? As human beings, we have the ability to be cruel, or just plain thoughtless. Either way, we’re capable of causing great suffering to one another. That said, when we fall victim to suffering inflicted by others when we’re not looking at our role in the story, there’s no end to the suffering. At least, that’s what I’ve learned from personal experience.

In 2008, my ex-husband dropped a bomb on me.

He told me that in our 10 years of marriage, he had never felt like himself when he was in my company, and he couldn’t see that ever changing. A day or two later, I discovered that he’d made multiple phone calls to another woman in the weeks prior to his confession. Within a couple of months, we got divorced and he was officially in a relationship with the other woman. In our decade together, we had tried therapy several times. During none of our sessions did he ever suggest he was anything other than happy. How was I to have known?

The demise of our marriage was incredibly painful, to state the obvious. I still have flashbacks of the evening I sat in my car on a quiet suburban street and screamed so loudly that I literally woke up without a voice the next day. For months or perhaps a few years following — I honestly can’t recall — I was the walking wounded, inflicted by the suffering he had caused me and unable to imagine living without that pain.

At some point, though, I owned up to myself about something I wasn’t proud of. While I had loved him, I had often felt embarrassed about how he conducted himself socially, and there were times I felt I had to call him on it. For example, when he asked a client of mine how much he made a year, I couldn’t not tell him how inappropriate that was. Still, I married him, didn’t I? I did it knowing full well that there were parts of him I didn’t accept. So really, how could he possibly have lived with me without feeling that he needed to be a different self from the self he felt born to be? Without condoning his behaviour, I saw my role for what it was. From then on, I began to heal.

But what if you have no role in the story? How can you possibly be accountable?

I believe you can always — and I mean always — be accountable. Granted, in some situations you may not be responsible for the events that unfold, but you can always be accountable for how you choose (yes, choose) to respond. If your employer fires you without cause, if your partner cheats on you, and yes, even if somebody you love deeply dies — you ultimately get to decide how to move forward.

I’m not saying dust off your pain, pull up your socks and carry on without grieving what has befallen you. Pain takes time to process. Sometimes weeks, sometimes months, sometimes years. But when you’re tired of living with the pain, when you believe there’s nothing left to process, remember, you have 100% control of one thing and one thing only, and that’s yourself. Be true.

Viv for today xo

And now, how about something completely different? Have you ever felt like a complete and utter imposter? I have and here’s my story.

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By | 2018-01-15T10:46:35+00:00 August 4th, 2017|14 Comments


  1. Gabrielle Bunch August 8, 2017 at 12:17 pm - Reply

    Definitely needed to read this! Thanks!

    • THE WORDY MOM August 8, 2017 at 3:25 pm - Reply

      So glad you found it valuable, Gabrielle.

  2. Natalie August 8, 2017 at 12:22 pm - Reply

    I’m sure this took courage to share ! Beautifully written and oh-so true ❤️❤️

    • THE WORDY MOM August 8, 2017 at 3:26 pm - Reply

      I appreciate that, Natalie. Sharing is part of my DNA! I just can’t seem to help myself : )

  3. Flossie McCowald August 8, 2017 at 12:26 pm - Reply

    WOW. This post is incredibly powerful. It’s not always easy to own up to our mistakes, but it’s SUCH an important thing to do – and do well – not only for our own integrity, but as a teachable moment/example to set for our children.

    • THE WORDY MOM August 8, 2017 at 3:29 pm - Reply

      Thanks, Flossie. Sometimes it takes a while to own up but eventually, when something just isn’t sitting right with you, you know you have to look inwards in order to resolve it.

  4. Marshall Johnson August 9, 2017 at 1:36 am - Reply

    I feel like it’s all been said. But … not only a very powerful subject. I loved how you took a couple different viewpoints. And really dug into your own character there – that is very courageous!

    • THE WORDY MOM August 9, 2017 at 7:03 am - Reply

      Thanks, Marshall. There’s barely a post where I don’t dig deep into myself! Honestly, I do have concerns that my blog may come across as one big narcissistic exercise, but my hope genuinely is that these self-centred stories give others food for thought.

  5. Kristy August 9, 2017 at 10:49 am - Reply

    It took me a long time to learn that I needed to own up to my own shit. I had always learned to deflect it to anyone else and got caught saying something extremely ugly about another person to learn that I needed to shut up, grow up, and own up. It is a difficult subject, but you wrote this beautifully and really dug into your own situation to drive the point. Great post!

    • THE WORDY MOM August 9, 2017 at 11:36 am - Reply

      Wow, Kristy, you’re speaking my language! And thanks for the kind words.

  6. J August 10, 2017 at 10:00 am - Reply

    This is such a good post! I know it took some guts to write, and I’m happy you did!

    • THE WORDY MOM August 10, 2017 at 1:59 pm - Reply

      Thanks, Jasmine. This entire blog is one gutsy exercise!

  7. Elaine Russell August 24, 2017 at 10:43 am - Reply

    Such a powerful post. We do need to take responsibility for what happens to us. Words of wisdom! Thank you!

    • THE WORDY MOM August 24, 2017 at 2:11 pm - Reply

      Thanks for reading, Elaine.

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