I see it around a lot at the moment. Guilt-free Easter treats, guilt-free holidays, guilt-free time out, guilt-free blah blah blah. Here’s the thing, guilt-free taglines imply that you should at least feel a LITTLE guilty. Guilty that you had an Easter egg at Easter, guilty that you wanted 5 minutes of alone time, guilty that after months of saving you want to enjoy your vacation. It’s doing my head in.

Pinterest is FULL of guilt-free recipes. Teetering towers of chocolate brownie drizzled in caramel and smothered in ice-cream. Eat it, guilt free, it says. But not because a treat every now and again won’t sink the ship, but because we swapped the sugar for an artificial one and took the fat out and replaced it with chemicals. Yay! Winning. Insert the most sarcastic of fonts.

If there is one thing I’ve learnt in this life so far, that is that guilt didn’t do anyone any good. Mother’s guilt, child guilt, food guilt, good girl guilt. Oh my goodness. Guuuuiiillllttttt. The sooner you give up feeling bad about what you want for yourself the better, I say. Guilt is one of those mostly useless emotions. Guilt usually is a head up your own butt thing with all the beating up of oneself and inner dialogue.

I can recall only a handful of times in my life where guilt was the motivator in making amends or seeking a resolution. On those select occasions it proved useful. The rest {I’m going to call it} was a waste of space. A big fat, wasted emotion. It’s time to stop indulging yourself and quit it. Say sorry, make amends and quit it. And if it doesn’t matter to you enough to change it, then what the heck are you harping on about?

Especially when it comes to something as silly as enjoying an Easter treat on Easter.

Do it if you are going to do it. Enjoy it. Make the choice that you did and stand by it. Pay the consequences if you have to.

Because guilt is bullshit.

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