I'm getting better with not regretting things. Gradually. I mean, if I hadn't fucked up every career decision I made before I was 25, I'd never have been in a position to drop everything and go to England for a year. So I wouldn't have had that whole wonderful experience, and, incidentally, I never would've met Dylan. Which is not to say I wouldn't have had wonderful experiences and met someone great for me if I'd followed one of those other paths, but where I am now is a pretty good place to be.
And I've even started forgiving myself for having been such a gung-ho fundamentalist in my college days. In some ways I was immature for my age, and I'd had a very sheltered upbringing, so it probably wasn't so bad for me to end up in a place where I kind of sheltered myself until I was ready to deal with the world on my own terms. And it wasn't all reading Passion and Purity and giving ourselves guilt and angst. I made some good friends, many of whom are still dear to me to this day, and had a lot of fun in college. Just because I'd do it differently with the wisdom I've gained since doesn't mean I did it wrong then.