While on a business trip to Texas recently I had a lot of downtime. You’d think that would be a good thing. You’d think that I would have used that time to explore the area…do some sight seeing. You’d be wrong.
You see, I couldn’t enjoy myself because I felt guilty. Here my company had paid hundreds of dollars to fly me to Dallas, put me up in a relatively nice hotel, all in advance of some client meetings. I had half a day with nothing to do. I could have gone to a museum, I could have gone to the Book Depository and saw where Oswald shot JFK, I could have even gone to the original Marshall Field’s department store. But I didn’t. I sat in my hotel room just in case someone back at the office needed me.
No one would have cared if I used my down time to do a little sight seeing. After all, I had worked weekends preparing for these meetings. But still I felt guilty about not working while my peers were toiling away at the office.
Guilt. It’s like another 25 pounds that I don’t need!
I wish there was some way to get rid of it. Exercise it from my system. The Guilt-Master 2000. Or the Guilt-Flex. Some machine I could buy from an infomercial at 2 a.m. that would promise me a guilt-free life in 30 days if I just followed their plan.
Wouldn’t it be fabulous if that’s how the world actually worked? If all those miracle diets, beauty creams, male enhancement drugs, and get-rich-quick schemes were the real deal? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could all just shed the guilt, worry and anxiety that plague us like those last 10 pounds? But like those few extra pounds around my midsection, I’ve come to accept that I’ll always carry around a little extra guilt.