Everybody has regrets. The thing about regrets, though, is that if you went back and fixed them — if you could change something in your past — you wouldn’t be the person you are today with the life you have right now. So I don’t spend a lot of time looking back and regretting the things I didn’t do or should have done or could have done differently.
…anymore. I did when I was younger. You wouldn’t believe the energy I wasted when I was a teenager and into my twenties, reliving in agony all the things I did wrong. I’m glad I’ve let go of that.
But for this blog post, I have to choose a regret, so I’d say the one thing I do regret is all that time I wasted before I had kids. Those evenings and weekend days that I did… what? Watched television? Sat around the house? Hung out with friends and talked about how much we hated work? Slept late? Read books and convinced myself I could do better? Thought I was sooooooo busy?
I could have written fifteen novels in that time. I could have found an agent and sold my work and I could be sitting on a career as a novelist right now.
Or maybe not.
But I could have tried harder.