What do I regret?
I keep saying that I’m a work in progress, and that’s how I feel. I’m far from perfect. I’ve made mistakes, perhaps fewer than others, and more than some. I haven’t always done the right thing. There have been times when I’ve let myself and others down. I’ve hurt people and I’ve been hurt.
If I made a list of all the things I should and could have done differently or better in the past, well, it would be a long list.
In my mind I know that what I did and didn’t do in days gone by is of no consequence today. I realize that I need to focus on what I can do now and in the future. However, my heart doesn’t always listen to logic or reason.
My biggest regret is having regrets. To be specific, I regret all the time I’ve spent dwelling on my regrets. I’ve often tossed and turned in bed at night, rehashing bad experiences, and berating myself for mistakes I’ve made. To be honest, I still do.
What’s done is done. Unfortunately, I don’t have a time machine. I can’t go back and edit history. Again, intellectually, I know this. I just need to figure out how to make my heart feel what my head knows.
Mason Cooley said, “Regret for wasted time is more wasted time.” I’m going to put that on a Post-it note and stick it on my bedroom wall. I really don’t want to waste any more time thinking about wasted time.
