…that day I decided to be an education major rather than a composition or performance major. I’ve spent 15 years re-discovering that my heart is in being on stage and writing, not teaching,(god love the little buggers.)
…that it took me until my mid-30’s to learn that no one takes better care of you than you do for yourself, and no one else has answers for you.
Sometimes it seems like we’re so concerned with practicality in this world that the dreamers are relegated to second-class citizens, a burden rather than a blessing.
Ok, enough philosophy. Time to have a tuna fish sandwich and go to work.
Actually, I can agree with some of these here (not sticking with music lessons, not trying to learn a sport, not learning latin, not being more adventurous).
But I’d have to say my biggest regret was not going to England for a year when I had the chance. I was accepted; housing was assured; tuition would be the same as it would be for my college at home; scholarships would apply. I didn’t because I couldn’t imagine the year away from my boyfriend (what a stupid reason) and because I was worried I’d have health problems in the crappy climate (also pretty stupid, in retrospect–I was sick all the time in college, but I survived and would have been fine in Reading).
However, while I regret not spending that cool year there, I also know it would’ve changed me in ways that might not have led me down the path I’m on now. I can’t fathom not being where I am now, married to Mr Cranky, being a mom. So I don’t regret that too much.
I regret not telling one person that I loved him dearly, but I had to let him go or else he would drag me down with him. I just left. I would have liked for him to know that I did love him. It would have given him peace of mind.
I regret not telling one person that I loved him dearly. I got caught up in the game and lost sight of the goal, and now I’ll probably never see him again.
I regret not telling two women that they meant the world to me, that I loved them more than I believed possible. I regret not telling them that they made me the person I am today, and for all the bad, there’s a lot of good that came from them. I regret that I never made it clear how much I loved them, owed them, and admired their courage, strength, and perseverance. They both died unexpectedly, and I regret not getting to say “I love you” for the last time.
I took ballet for several years, beginning at age 3. My instructors put me in toe shoes a few years too early (my feet hadn’t stopped developing) because I’d raced through all the classes and that was the only thing left to do. I quit because it hurt my feet too much and I was the youngest in the advanced class by at least four years. (I was 8.) I wish I’d gone to another ballet school…I was told I had great potential.
Back this past May, an incident occurred between me and two of my best friends, one of whom I loved dearly (in a romantic way). They ended up dating simply because I was too nice of a person to beat the everlasting crap out of the girl who had gone behind my back.
Then again, maybe it’s better I didn’t date that guy. Who knows? I never will.
I regret that I did not learn how to socialize when I was young, being too preoccupied with my fear of people, and now I am an adult without a frickin’ clue how to even begin a relationship of any sort and very lonely and I think that it’s too late now anyway.
