Don’t Tell Me What To Do

Or think, or feel, or how to wear my hair…

When I was little, my parents nicknamed me “Nancy No-No.” I’m not sure what the backstory is, but I’m pretty certain it had to do with me not wanting to be told what to do, or how do it. It was a defense mechanism that started early. As I got older, I became a master at digging my heels in.

My reasoning was based on what to me was simple logic. It made p…