i feel guilty. all the time.
Maya competed in her first triathlon last Saturday.
I wish I could say that I was there, cheering her on, but I wasn’t. I wish I had a good excuse why I wasn’t there but I really don’t.
Here’s a not-very-good-excuse instead: After a week of juggling a sick husband, Maya’s never-ending homework (I learned just how geographically challenged I am), and a bad hair week, I simply didn’t have the energy to get myself across the city by 5:30 am on a chilly Saturday morning.
- I felt guilty about this as I ate breakfast.
- I felt guilty about this as I searched Instagram with keywords like #nyc and #breakfast.
- I felt guilty about this while I attended a baby shower.
- I felt especially guilty about this when I saw Maya’s medal and pictures.
Obviously I’ll feel guilty about missing Maya’s triathlon for a long time. No big surprise there.
But here’s what’s interesting…Ali didn’t go either. Instead, he woke up, had a leisurely breakfast, and sat in front of the TV for several hours. And I’m 99% certain he doesn’t feel the least bit guilty about missing the event.
How does he do it? How?