I just read Diane Owens’s blog, In My Opinion, and she wrote an excellent answer to the question, “Do you have regrets?” As I said in my comment to Diane, since we can’t go back, we just need to go forward. Though we all know dwelling on regrets isn’t healthy or productive, none of us can totally avoid it. Sometimes it helps to drag out some of our regrets and have a pity party for them before we move on. The trick is not to have a pity party too often or over and over again for the same regrets. Here, then, are some of my regrets:
I wish I’d asked my parents more questions about family before it was too late. I have no idea who some of those people are in old photos, and there’s no one left alive to ask. I’m hoping we aren’t related to some of them.
I wish I had learned to like beer. It is so much cheaper than wine.
I wish I had pursued my junior high dream. I could be sitting on the Supreme Court right now. I would have been one of the liberal members.
I wish I had learned to ice skate. I wish I hadn’t stopped taking piano lessons and practicing. I wish I hadn’t cut my beautiful long red hair the day before our wedding (but thank you, George, for marrying me anyway).
I wish I had chosen the black bathing suit in the L.L. Bean catalogue for my first new bathing suit in years instead of the polka-dot blue one (no, it is NOT a bikini). The black one would have gone much better with this grey space boot I will be wearing for the next twelve weeks on this broken foot. Speaking of that, I most heartily regret having my hands full and wearing the sweatshirt that got caught on the screen door last week that led to this whole mess in the first place.