The longer I wait to write another blog entry, the more I feel like I
have to write something big. But I figure if I go ahead and post
some nonsense, then I won't feel so much pressure and I can go ahead
and post silly, meaningless stuff and not feel bad. As if, with all
the things I leave undone each day, I need one more thing to feel bad
about not doing. How is it that I turn so many things I enjoy into
things I feel bad about not doing? Ugh.
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Yes- the never ending feeling of guilt. The laundry, the dishes, the cleaning, the unanswered emails. My Mom told me when I was having Adler that born with a child is an instant feeling of guilt. I guess it, along with child labor, is the women's burden. Funny, I have never seen Kevin feel guilty for not putting the trash out before going to bed...
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