This Girl’s Road to Redemption by Maria’s Random Rants

Topic: Guilt

The dictionary defines guilt as “a feeling of responsibility or remorse for some offense, crime, or wrong, whether real or imagined.” Hmmm, real or imagined, that sounds about right. Might be even more accurate, at least helpful, if they added a footnote, “Warning: Duration of guilt known to last several years. Atonement not guaranteed.” Now that’s the kind of guilt I know. Come to think of it, I didn’t know there was another kind.

It’s taken me a while, but I’m fairly proud of the now-I-sure-as-hell-know-better person I’ve slowly and continue to evolve into. Can’t say I didn’t wish I got here sooner, but I’ll count my blessings I got here at all. Despite my early years of foolishness and stupidity I have a hundred things to be thankful for, and I am. Unfortunately, I’ve also got a few dozen mistakes for which I’m still trying to make amends and it only seems right to keep trying until I do.

It’s really been quite the journey and the better part of it not so smooth. I would say I’m a survivor of my era, borne of a generation that embraced the excesses of life, too much alcohol, too much sex, bad decisions, and fights, lots of fights. I’m not at all proud of everything I’ve done. I’ve hurt and disappointed my fair share of people along the way, usually because I was too stupid to know better, and then too angry or proud to admit I cared. What I wouldn’t do to make those things right, but I know I can’t and that remains to haunt me.

Ten years later, all grown up, I’m just trying to do right by the people around me, ultimately trying to do right by me. I’m the epitome of a mother, the caretaker type, the ultimate troubleshooter, a fixer. That’s what I do now. I fix things. Actually I try to fix everything: my life, my kids’ lives, my sister’s crap, my brothers’ junk, the foster kids I look out for, and my and my husband’s debt. I even fix copy machines and clean viruses off my co-workers’ computers, neither of which I’m trained for, but I’ll still spend hours trying to fix those things, too.

Friends compliment that my incessant need to repair things and solve problems speaks for my tenacity. Maybe. I tend to believe the reality is that I know I can’t afford to make any more mistakes. I’ve made too many already, all of them bearing their rightful weight of regret against my chest. I don’t think I could take the guilty burden of any more. Fixing things in the present is my only reparation for the things I’ve done in the past that I can’t change. Only no matter how much I fix, it never seems to get me close enough to my penance.

I think that’s the problem with mistakes. You never recognize the gravity of your offenses until you’re reaping what you sow, until your deeds are done, permanent and irrevocable. And by the time you’re ready to make amends with anyone you might have hurt in the process, often you’ll come to find forgiveness isn’t such an easy thing to ask for, and depending on the immensity of your offense, an even harder thing to believe you deserve.

Sometimes you’ll carry the breadth of your mistakes like a scarlet letter blazing across your chest, infinitely burdening you with guilt as if your atonement relied on it. This is the kind of guilt I know, this is the guilt I live with.

They say no matter how much you change you still pay a price for the things you’ve done. Knowing this I find myself wondering if the magnitude of my remorse will ever subside. Or, if one day, I might be so fortunate to discover that guilt only paves a part of the road to redemption, and learning to forgive yourself paves the rest.

One Response to “This Girl’s Road to Redemption by Maria’s Random Rants”
  1. TJ Alexian says:

    You look out for your husband’s debt, too? I need someone like you in my life!

    Seriously, very nicely written. That road isn’t so easy to travel down, is it? But it’s something all of us need to do.

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