Poor Mami! Since I embarked on my full-on memoir writing journey, my beloved blog is my very neglected and under-loved extension of me and I feel guilty. With its inception in December 2017, Mami has been my focus and creative outlet. I have dedicated myself to creating and promoting new Mamis on a regular basis. Over fifty blog entries have been read in seventeen countries, with over 1800 visitors to the site. Mami is my passion and my “baby”, but if lack of blogging was a case for mandated reporting, I would have called DCF on myself!
Guilt is something I come by honestly. As a Catholic, I feel guilty about everything. Instilled in my home and parochial school education, I live on the straight and narrow (most of the time) because of guilt. And I don’t always see it as a negative. Guilt holds me to a higher standard. Because of guilt, I make my bed, send greeting cards, and empty the dishwasher. It’s a master motivator when plain old responsibility doesn’t quite do its job. Without guilt, I would be a lot less productive most days and watch a lot more “Family Affair” and “Petticoat Junction” reruns. Instead, I keep busy. Guilt wrecks all of my best attempts at being idle.
My mother was really good at guilt. Laying it on nice and thick, she guilted me into just about everything I accomplished in my early life. In the end, I appreciate it. As for my own children, the products of a different generation, they are less thankful and blame my parental guilt trip on their collective long standing anxiety. I guess that the plan: guilt->anxiety->accomplish something. The key is to not get stuck at “anxiety” and as Nike said, “Just do it!”
So here I am at the keyboard on a Monday morning, concerned that I haven’t written a Mami in a few weeks, banging out a short essay on “guilt”. Once again, without guilt, I would be doing any number of other things, such as scrolling through Facebook, liking pictures on Instagram, and playing with my bitmoji’s fall outfit. Instead, I write. And from here, I have a goal to generate ten pages of memoir writing before sundown. Goals and guilt go hand in hand. I have both, most of the time.
So for now, I write a Mami on a half-assed topic to allay my guilt. Nevertheless, my writing machine and my brain are revved for today’s marathon so I guess my guilt paid off once again. And barring any disaster and a “That Girl” marathon, it looks like today may just a be one of those guiltily productive days. At the very least, I wrote a Mami and I call that a guilt-free success!
2 thoughts on “Guilt and the Art of Blogging”
Guilt I do feel it too. The ever continuous thing that at times is so time consuming. Feeling obligations of doing housework, dog walking, paying bills, or even bouncing a check. Shit happens right. Even sometimes sitting and just reading a book can bring on guilt. Enough already as we are all humans with the same 24 hours in a day.:-) Rest is good and helps us continue to another day of life.
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The struggle is real. Thanks for reading! Have a great day, Terri!
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