packing for un-guilt trip

What do you pack for an UnGuilt trip?
my very-partial list, in no particular order:

my hot-pink mouse-ears fleece hat
miss-matched socks
matches
a magnifying glass
a compilation of  my favorite Ani Difranco’s  songs (Shameless!!)
patience
love
humor: the self-deprecating kind (not to be confused with cynicism) works well, but silliness is even more effective  for me (see items one and two)
my copy of Nonviolent Communications
my copy of Parent Talk
my notebook and sketchbook
crayons
lavender and mint
my stuffed Eeyore
sovereignty
the entire “fluent self” archives
bubbles, and bubble wrap (for dancing on, thanks to Edwin and the Rallions)
peaches and bartlet pears and tangerines
robert’s sour-cherries granola
daisies
my buckwheat pillow
a soft blanket
scarf and gloves
toast which leads to bread-crumbs, which may come in handy
a bit of the u-pick  raspberry jam we made with Evelyn last august
sunglasses
my force field and super-powers
as many grains of salt as it takes (never leave home without  some)
a kite
all the hugs i can get

what am I careful to leave behind?
my to-do list
watches, clocks, time-pieces
diplomas, certificates, authorizations (passports and permission-slips are allowed but not required)
proper CapitAliSation. I don’t have anything against it, but I’m no good at it, and I stopped trying, just last week. I’m writing more often already.

things I don’t know how to leave behind:
typos
shoulds
fear in general
the specific fear of  a postpartum depression relapse
shame
and of course: guilt.
and that’s the whole point: it’s not about not taking those buggers with me, it’s about not bringing’em back home. it’s about spying on them and learning their ways and figuring out  how to shed them bit by bit. or how to disarm them so they can stick around if they must, but not hurt me anymore.

when do I go on unguilt trips?
whenever I need to/feel like it.
often.
the more the merrier. literally, of course.
IN THE OVEN: in early february, if all goes according to plan, I’ll be hosting an unguilt trip party here in ithaca in early february.

who do I bring along for the ride?
(not all at once) my husband, my sons, my mother, my father, my sister and brother, my friends.  my mother in law (really? yep, mine will get it, so definitely. if the thought of your mother in law coming along makes your heart sink, then definitely not. maybe  future trips? when you are more familiar with the terrain? it’s up to you. you don’t ever have to invite anybody you don’t want to.) my next door neighbor. not that one, the other one.  distant-past me, yesterday me, tomorrow me, old-and-wise me. the mothers at the ppdtojoy meetings.
and you. I hope you can come.

comments? yes please! what’s on your packing list? who will you bring a long? may i join you? when can we get going?

if you want in on the ithaca unguilt trip party that’s in the oven, sign up to my list (scroll back up, it’s on the right).
kisses.