I feel guilty about nearly everything I do, and don’t do. I realized that today, when I asked my mom to bring my daughter to school. I felt like a criminal. And I must accomplish several household chores/projects every day (even when I’m working), just to quell the guilt machine. “See, I did all these things for others’ best interest: I cooked, cleaned and fixed the curtain. I do the same at work, but this is so that I don’t feel guilty about getting money. “See, this absurd quantity of deliverables you’ll get for only x dollars. Here it is!” (Whew, I’m okay… today anyway.)
I’m not thrilled about this, yet it does drive me to achieve. The guilt of being is a strange thing.
