For a long time, guilt was the lever people could pull to get me to move. It didn’t even have to be overt. A heavy sigh, a shift in tone, or passive comment like, "You’re probably too busy to make it,” “You wouldn’t know because you never call," or “Lindsay doesn’t have kids to pick up so she should be free to do it,” was enough to abandon my plans and rush to fix the mood. Not because I had actually changed my mind, but because I felt guilty.
