|Via Very Demotivational|
I am a no regrets kind of person. Even when I almost died that one time, I was still (eventually) able to see it as a learning, growing, shove into a new direction kind of thing. Still, over the course of a lifetime one does build up a list of things that might have gone more smoothly had one chosen otherwise.
I wish I hadn't eaten French toast before attending our town fair when I was eleven. Those spinny, whirly rides did me no favours, neither on a social nor digestive level.
I wish I'd left when I realized my relationship was over, not a year later.
This is more a category than a single thing, but I always, almost immediately, regret boasting.
I sometimes wish I never went to grad school, but then again it did sort of sustain me financially for a while there when I needed it. I guess I'd say I wish I'd allowed myself to acknowledge that I wasn't going to go into academia as a formal career. I might have enjoyed the process of getting my degrees more.
I wish I hadn't stayed stuck in child-parent mode with my folks for as long as I did. We've shifted our dynamic to a much happier, more fun place now. Yeah, I'm still their kid, but we aren't playing the old negative scripts much any more. It's better.
I wish I hadn't allowed creative writing to slip so often. Life got in the way. It shouldn't have. (And I'm so glad I'm back into it!)