no regerts

Have you seen the slideshow that shows that tattoos with the mistakes in them? The misspelled words and whatnot? Tattoos that people, presumably, wish they had not gotten?

This time of year I see a lot of wistful posts. People expressing their thoughts about how things had gone over the past year or years. As people start thinking about what they want to do differently in the coming year, they begin considering all the things that have gone wrong in the past, the mistakes they’ve made, the regrets they have…I read one today titled “women’s biggest labor regrets”.

Here’s the thing. I have no regrets. I’d love to say that my life has been filled with sunshine and roses. That the past 41 years have been nothing but unicorns and love and joy and happiness and smiles. But that would be bullcrap.

Life is hard. My life has been hard. Without going in to too much detail here (because frankly there’s not enough time or space) there’s been pain and sadness and struggle and hurt and anger. I’ve made bad choices. I’ve had bad choices forced upon me. I’ve been hurt. I’ve hurt other people.

I’ve also made good choices. And I’ve also had good things happen to me. And every one of those things come together to make me in to the person that I am, good and bad, beautiful and ugly.

I cannot be one without the other. So I cannot regret the bad without appreciating the good. Does that make any sense? If it were not for the bad, I would not be able to appreciate the good. I can choose to be angry for the bad things that have happened, or upset for the bad choices that I have made, or I can move on and embrace them into the person I am now.

Life is too short to focus on the past. No regerts!!


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