Regret – (v) feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, esp. a loss or missed opportunity).
To borrow a line from “My Way” one of Frank Sinatra’s songs, “regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again too few to mention”, I don’t think any of us can go through life without some regrets. We can regret some little things in life, or some major decisions we’ve made. We might regret something we said to a loved one in anger, and immediately regretted it. We might regret decisions or choices we’ve made, but we can not let them stand in the way of use moving on.
Personally, I do have some regrets, I’ve made some questionable decisions at times, done some things that looking back were not the best choices, but in the end, my life now might be totally different. We never know if different choices would have made our circumstances better or worse.
At one time, I might have said I regretted the choice I made in a spouse. There were major issues from the very beginning, but I honestly was in love. I made a choice, tried to stand by my man, but in the end our issues were more than I could handle. However, from that union, we have my daughter Tara. For sure, no matter the path, even if I had married someone else and had another child, none would be just like Tara.
When Rick passed away in 2010, we had not heard from him in years. Tara and I were also estranged from his family, a family I had one time felt very much a part of. In the end, Rick died alone, homeless, in a field, the news article said. Talk about a few moments of regret. Had I chosen to stay with him, would he have eventually been able to fight off his addictions, or would our entire life been one big regret in the end. I did what I thought was best for my infant child at the time. No regrets, no looking back.
I’ve moved away from home twice, once to Northern Virginia, on my own, the other to Florida, with Tara. I was gone five years the first time and six the second. Both times, I have come back “home” to Pennsylvania, in fact right now, I live only one mile from the house I grew up in! I don’t regret those moves. Both times, I just felt like I needed a change. Neither time was planned too far in advance. That’s seems to be how I roll. In the end, moving back home felt right both times. I’m not saying I’ll never leave “home” again…. who knows what the future brings.
Do you have any regrets in life? How do you think you might be different if you had done something different that you now regret.
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