Freedom

I made a specific decision this morning to do what felt best for me. And you know what? I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it.

I made a batch of green smoothies but had some ice cream in the afternoon. And you know what? I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it.

I bought myself something from my wish list despite it not being in my budget. And you know what? I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it.

I ignored the laundry. Yes, again. And you know what? I didn't feel the least bit guilty about it.

My to do list certainly isn't getting any shorter. Neither is the hair on my legs. There are calls to make and responsibility to take. I know that I will never be caught up and I know that it is equally impossible to meet everyone's needs and expectations all of the time.

But I am discovering that the older I get, the less inclined I am toward feeling guilty about any of it. I'm fine with letting things slide for another day or two or 30. I'm at peace with changing my mind. And it's becoming increasingly easier to say yes to the options that would normally leave me in a tangle of indecision.

Guilt and me, we were together for a long, long time, but I feel like it's finally safe for me to let it go.