regrets? . . .
I’ve been wondering about regrets recently. You know, what they say about living so that you won’t have any regrets. In order to do that, one has to be wise when one is young and make the right choices all the time in hindsight. Or luck into them by default.
What if when you look back on some of what I call “regret candidates” that you are mature enough now to realize that you can tick them all on your fingers as roads better off not taken? For me, they were conventional ones as I took my own path into the lonely dark of the unknown. If anything, I had a huge amount of help from the Cosmos, Helpers and any other forces able to effect synchronicity and serendipity in my life. It didn’t hurt that I was either too dumb or naive to know how close to the edge of failure I was treading the whole time either. I worked hard for a long time and I was lucky.
Now, I am getting my house in order. Painted with fresh “Navajo White” paint. And it’s not a whitewash job either. It’s a clean start, taking care of what we are already lucky enough to have in our home and for our lifestyle. Maintaining what we treasure while simplifying at the same time.
I’m also getting my head in order. To know what has been good for me and who has taken care of me when I needed it the most. And to let go of what I thought might have been better.