Regret. At some point in life we all experience it. We may even dwell on those thoughts and allow them to consume us. In my twenties I was making the “mistakes” and just living my life. In my thirties I was busy dealing with the “I should have done this or that” and honestly allowing myself to feel lesser than. Now in my forties I am just trying to accept myself and actually do something about the “should haves” and enjoy my life. I am trying to tackle these things head on. If I wanted to be a writer all my life, then why not work on it now? Why not pull out the book I started at nineteen and see if I can finish it? What about all of those paintings I kept from art school that my professor told me not to discard because one day I would know how to finish them…Why not take a look at them? Life’s too short not to tackle our dreams and right our wrongs. I love to read about people running their first marathon at sixty or going back to school at forty. Some mornings I wake up and I just can’t believe how fast life has been and at the same time how much life I have lived. The speed seems to slow down during the work hours and of course it flies by as soon as I am off the time clock. Why does the real living part of life go so fast? Maybe I should make a bucket list. In fact, I will make one, because life is too short for a case of the should haves.
Next up-The Bucket List.