Pressure and Hope

I put a lot of pressure on myself to do things.

I let a lot of pressure go when I'm feeling overwhelmed.

And yet I still manage to feel guilty every time I see this blog tab.

Probably because the desire for all I set out to do in January is still there, but it is weak compared to other goals and life pulls, which take all the time I want to give.

What is left over goes to me, even though it's all mine.

But you know what I mean.

So this slightly-guilty weight just remains - solid, but suspended.

Is this weight to lose?

Or keep holding onto with a strand of hope?

A little guilt balloon with a hope string.

How many of those do I have?

Too many and I'll just float away.