What About Regret?
An event titled ‘An Evening of No Regrets’ made me ponder the role of regret in my world.
An event titled ‘An Evening of No Regrets’ made me ponder the role of regret in my world.
This post was written on Christmas Day, 2020. This picture is one of the last ones taken in December 2019. I had a Christmas Eve date (hence the colour theme). It was with someone I’d matched with on the same day I had a run-in with my past. I would…
Some nights are a turquoise tango, some days are an orange solo.
I found this in my Drafts folder. I don’t remember who I wrote this about. But I do remember feeling this way. And today, it feels like a message from another one of my selves, telling me what I need to hear. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ I did something I feel terrible about….
I’m forty this year. I asked myself if my life was a work of art?
Who has time to regret the past when a lesson can be gleaned for the future? FOMO life doesn’t allow for regrets.
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.
On the last day of my thirties, I look back at the three mistakes that marked this decade.
The 30s are early midlife crisis after the disillusionment of the 20s.
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.