My mother was a worrier. She would worry if my brother wasn’t home by curfew (shame on him). I would hear all about what could have happened, “he could have been in an accident, he could be hurt, he could have a flat tire”, and on and on. I swore that when I grew up I would not be a worrier.
Well, I’m not a worrier but I think I have a guilt gene. What is a gene you ask? It is the basic physical and functional unit of heredity. . Maybe her worry gene twisted as I was born and mutated into a guilt gene. Okay so I don’t really believe feeling guilty is hereditary. Even when I tell myself that feeling guilty isn’t accomplishing anything that I just need to get in there and get something done instead of feeling guilty doesn’t always work. I’m not a big advocate for guilt because it can make us not do anything except feel guilty. It is like having a sense of inertia. continue reading…
