I was just thinking how wonderful it must be to give yourself permission to fail.
To give up all the struggles and just give yourself permission to fail.
To let yourself eat as much chocolate as you want and get fat.
To let the house become a complete and utter tip.
To let your kids take swipes at each other and not bother disciplining them.
To head for the doctors and say, 'I need PROZAC!'
Is there a big relief for people who do this? A weight lifting from the shoulders? Or are humans so conditioned to succeed that they can't even fail properly anymore?
Why are humans so good with guilt? Is it just me? As a writer this intrigues me, as a mother this worries me. What do you think?