I’ve always held fast to the belief that one should never have regrets. They tend to steep one in melancholy, or make one bitter, and nobody has time for that. That usually applies to big things, like letting go of the love of your life, or throwing away a winning lottery ticket. But little regrets? Sure, plenty of those to mull over a glass of vino.
I regret not ordering the molten lava cake the other night.
I regret not learning to knit.
I regret listening to Air Supply when I was in Junior High.
I regret matching my socks to my shirt.
I regret paying money to see Ishtar.
I regret not saying “goodbye” to my German neighbor.
I regret not keeping in touch with old friends.
I regret dyeing my hair Chocolate Cherry.
Those are but a few of my “pocket regrets”, the ones I keep in my pocket to remind me that things could have been worse. Regrets can choke you and stunt you, but reminding yourself that small ones happen can stimulate you into taking chances instead of holding you back for fear of failure. Can you imagine passing up an opportunity to be in a shark cage?? I didn’t, and I’m grateful my uncle was too chicken to do it alone.
So here’s to the little regrets, and may they always motivate y’all to keep living, and not just existing 😉