All our worry and guilt are a testament to how much we care.about those we love and the world we live in. On some level we know worry is futile, but we indulge in it anyway. I’m happier when I’m not worried. I’m working on that.
Apart from the wondrous enlightened few, we have quite a worried bunch here. We bite our lip peering into a distant tomorrow, fret over things we can’t control. You can check out the confessions on this post if you missed them. We fear the ground giving way under our feet, or as I said in response to Kate, “being cut off from this beautiful world and helplessly cut off from those we love.” Every time my husband steps out to get gas, I hear an ominous echo under the casual “I’ll be back” he tosses over his shoulder. The classic hold-up at the local gas station plays itself out before my eyes, his last words an innocent presumption that will bring the house crashing on my head.
So let me switch gears and ask: what burden of guilt do you carry? What do you beat yourself up over?…
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