Regrets. I have a few. There are, of course, more serious things that I’ve done wrong over the course of my life, things that I won’t share here. It’s enough that I know I did them. I tried to learn from them at the time and not ever repeat them.
Less serious regrets? Yes, I have a few.
I wish I’d stayed more active and physically fit.
I wish I’d spent more time on the floor playing with my boys when they were little. (I wish I’d held them and kissed them more, too.)
I wish I’d made more time for hubby when we were younger.
I wish I’d had fun more and worried less and worked less.
I wish I’d told people who are no longer here that I loved them more often.
I wish I’d gotten tattoos sooner.
I wish I’d kept the dolls that I had instead of leaving them in my mother’s house when I left home.
I wish I’d hung onto several of the cars I had and loved instead of trading them in so quickly.
I wish I’d had the courage to be who I am now twenty (or thirty) years ago.
Still, all in all, I am happy with what I have and who I am today. It’s not too late to do some of the things on my “list” (getting active, hugging and kissing my sons more, having fun, spending time with hubby, and getting more tattoos). I try not to dwell on the past and focus on living in the moment. Today is all I have. I can’t recapture the past, and worrying about the future is a waste of time.
I do believe that we are where we are meant to be. Things have worked out the way that they did for a reason, and I am happy with my place in the universe. It is mine, and I am content with it.