What About Regret?
Do I truly have no regrets?
Do I truly have no regrets?
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.