Under penalty of public ridicule and derision, I hereby do solemnly resolve to:
- Have less guilt about not talking to Pearlsky enough
- Have less guilt about barely talking to Pearlsky
- Have less guilt about having a severely disabled daughter, it gotta be my fault, no?
- Have less guilt about not being able to see my son more, for both physical and geographical reasons
- Have less guilt about that thing I did to my sister’s radio 48 years ago that no one knows about
- Have less guilt about not being a fierce enough advocate for Pearlsky
- Have less guilt about being too fierce an advocate for Pearlsky
- Have less guilt about not being a good enough father
- Have less guilt about not telling you about the coffee company I own because the coffee is outrageously great, and I really should send you all some to try
- Have less guilt that in eighteen years I have not figured out how to help my daughter communicate
- Have less guilt thinking that blogging is like being on a podium naked except they just don’t know to be jealous
- Have less guilt about saying that if blogging is like being naked on a podium, then I ain’t reading Blogzilly no more. That best friend thing only goes so far, you know. 😉
- Have less guilt about not feeling guilty enough
Guilt, as well as worry, are really kind of useless, no? Guilt is about past things which you cannot change (although maybe you can make up for) and worry is about future things which often you can change (or control, or properly prepare for, or just accept). But yet, I worry about Pearlsky all too often. How do you “just accept” something? And the guilt? Yeah, it’s there. It always will be. Is it useless? Yes. Is it justified? Maybe.
In actuality, I don’t really do resolutions, per se. I always do promise myself to try to be a better person. I don’t think I’m doing too bad.
Just don’t ask Pearlsky.