For as long as I can remember, I have carried The Guilt around. Sometimes it can be found in what I ate, meaning I’ve just put too many Reese’s Cups in my belly and I regret each and every savory morsel because I will not work off the calories by sitting here typing away at my desk. Sometimes it can be found late at night, when my head is full of regrettable words I’ve shared with my children, usually in a raised voice that was probably unnecessary. Sometimes it can be found in the wasted moments of my day, when I didn’t work enough, write enough, talk enough, etc.
Today, I experience The Guilt because tomorrow is my mother’s birthday and her gift sits here on my desk, today.
Here’s the thing. It’s not on purpose. In fact, if I had mailed the gift when I began thinking about it, she would’ve received it mid-January.
Also, I feel The Guilt because my mother has never one time been late in sending ME a gift. Or a card. Or a gift certificate or something cool she found.
The Guilt, it smothers.
Tell me, do you experience The Guilt? What for?