I get up, as usual, hearing the alarm clock and already hitting the floor running. I rush downstairs, put on the coffee and feed the dog, the cat, the rabbit. I check the calendar ... what's up today? Run back upstairs to shower and grab something out of the closet and throw some makeup on my face and rush out the door.
Wait, I forgot something. I run back inside, as I always do to get my briefcase, my suitcase, my backpack, my purse, my burden & my guilt.
I wouldn't dream of starting my day without it. It's part of me. It has been with me for so long. I just don't go out the door without it. It's just part of my routine and part of my life.
And it's part of me now.
So, now, I have everything and I can get in the car & turn the key and go. I have my guilt. Quite frankly, I wouldn't know how to start my day without it. It's just something I always have to take with me. It's just something I accepted as my responsibility and as my burden.
It is part of me.
No it isn't.
Now I am beginning to think of life without the guilt. What it might be like to not take guilt with me. We are starting to think maybe it's okay to forgive ourselves? Maybe now, at this age, enough is enough? If we were to serve a prison sentence ... would we be close to parole now? Would society say to us - "You are free, you have served your sentence, now go."
Yes! Yes we would! Life is short! Life is too short! We can walk out that door one time - the first time - without it. Let's do it. Let's just do it now.
I say let's just walk out and leave that burden wherever it lays. Let's just walk out that door as light as a feather and say
"Hey there world - hey there God - I'm free today!!!!"
Nobody would saddle us with it again. Nobody. Nobody wants us to carry it any more. Nobody. It's okay to leave it now. Today - hold my hand and let's walk out that door and just enjoy this day without the guilt.
Take one deep breath and one big step and let's go!
