Comes a time when a girl has to look back at her life with a critical eye. . .and now’s as good a time as any. So here I sit, with the benefit of hindsight and powered by too many cups of coffee, proclaiming my list of regrets:
I should have
~ paid more attention in math class.
~ kissed him when I had the chance.
~ kept my big, fat mouth shut.
~ taken dance lessons.
~ read Wuthering Heights.
~ slapped the stupid right off his smug face.
~ never lost touch with them.
~ listened to my doctor.
~ prayed unceasingly.
~ told the truth.
~ exercised more often.
~ tried ______ at least once.
~ told a certain woman it was neither the time nor place for that particular discussion.
~ saved more money.
~ learned to play the guitar.
~ learned to play them drums. (*snork)
~ become a writer or an artist like I’d planned.
~ stood up for myself.
~ really, really listened.
~ put those pants right back on the rack (ugh).
~ visited his grave more often.
~ stopped it before it went too far.
~ kept studying sign language.
~ said yes.
~ said no.
~ trusted my instincts.
~ forgiven myself.
~ been more brave.
~ said “I love you.”
~ known better.
~ written that down before I forgot it.
~ been more sympathetic when she needed a friend.
~ found a way.
~ not taken “no” for an answer.
~ had a better answer.
~ chosen my words more carefully.
~ realized it was not too late.
~ made more of an effort.
~ had that adventure we’d always talked about.
~ known I’d never really wear those shoes.
~ been more careful.
~ been more reckless.
~ realized that bird was too little to know how to fly.
~ appreciated what I had.
~ learned my lesson.
~ been sillier.
~ not wished the days away.
~ accepted that I’m only human.
~ refused to regret.
Wow. That was surprisingly cathartic! I do reserve the right to revisit and revise this list of regrets as time and needs dictate.