Most of my regrets are about playing it safe. Which should be a lesson to my present self.
the problem is...I want to keep doing them. Why not? But I just can't get away with that shit anymore. People look at me funny, and my smile isn't as winning anymore.
I get that.
I did enough kinda stupid things that there were no lasting repercussions, but the problem is...I want to keep doing them. Why not? But I just can't get away with that shit anymore.
Ha! Me too.
It is possible I have already had my midlife crisis, moving to New Orleans. Trying to get ready to support Tom's.
Hey, can I request some house ~ma? Someone made an offer on our condo ($200K, OMG, we paid $350K for it in 2005) and I realllly want it to move through and be approved quickly and easily. (I don't wanna make my May mortgage payment! Though, I will probably have to.)
I went from acne to rosacea. Both are annoying. sigh. I'd say the rosacea is worse because it can cause acne as well.
Yeah, I've got that, too, Burrell. I suspect I should cut back on the red wine, but I don't wannaaaaa.
I did the stupid things. My fuck-ups were epic. There'd be poems and songs, but I'm trying to keep it quiet. Some things I regret. Some... I dunno. If I'd known at the time what my choices would lead to, I wouldn't have done those things. But if I hadn't, I wouldn't be here now. I might be someplace better, but who knows. I do wish that, if I was going to waste my twenties (in the sense of not getting started on a career or grad school or something sensible) I wish I'd wasted it traveling and doing useless artsy stuff, instead of wasting it on someone who never loved me.
House-ma Nora!
If only I could go back in time and jump a certain guy's bones. So what if he had a girlfriend!
ETA to protect me from him Googling himself.
The FACE LASERS have been about trying to take a hit out on my rosacea. Doesn't seem to be working.
And definitely, it's the things I didn't do (including things I didn't even think of or seriously consider, like "why didn't I up and roam around the world after college instead of trying to get a job" or whatever) that I regret. Even if there are some very awkward "I'll regret it if I don't at least try" moments that occasionally float to the surface of my memory and make me cringe horribly.
Regrets. I have a few. And not too few to mention, either. Still, I'm enjoying a lot about my current life: a decent job, the ability to schedule and pay for summer vacation somewhere near Lake Michigan, my cat, my garden, etc. Would I like someone to pay me to wander around Europe and drink wine in charming cafes? Sure. But until that happens, my current situation's pretty good.