Hmm… looking back at the past year, I don’t have many regrets, so I will pick:
I’m assuming, here, that ‘choice’ includes something that you didn’t make a deliberate choice about at the time because you were paying attention to something else.
I wouldn’t have gotten invisalign braces. They are easy to remove and hard to eat with, so I leave them off mostly because I have to snack healthily all day because of my gastric surgery. They were 4000 bucks and in the end my lower teeth won’t look even that much better, although they will be easier to clean. But at this rate, I will deal with the braces for double the time I planned.
And last week, one of my teeth broke off when I removed the bottom invisalign. Dentist said it was a coincidence, but… na. regrets. I should have either gotten normal braces, or even better, no braces.
Trying to jack up the price might have resulted in more … vigorous … negotiating techniques on our part.
I’d have dared having sex with my SO in that meadow by the country lane near La Côte-Saint-André, France, in June. As it happened we made out for nearly an hour with absolutely nobody passing by (I got spooked by a tractor in a field at some distance).
Other than that, the year has been the best one of my life. No mistake incurring injury to myself or others, no mistake causing serious interpersonal bad feelings of more than half a day’s duration, no mistake causing monetary loss of more than 440 EUR (replacement cost of a pair of reading glasses that I lost).
I would have waited about another year or so before getting a new dog. Love the dog, glad I got her, but I could have caught my finances up a bit more and would still have my free time to just be gone from the house for 12 hours at a stretch. All this dog training is cutting into my workout time and my veg-out time. I had the puppy fever bad, so I did it anyway, even though I knew it would be a pain in my ass.
It’s tough to say as I have made a statistically significant number of good decisions this year (to the great surprise of all those who know me or are even marginally aware of my existence).
I think if anything I’d stop myself from drunkenly and impulsively agreeing to be my friend’s roommate that one oh-so-cold October night. I felt pretty bad when unrelated family issues forced me to back out of our endeavour.
Either that or I would have stopped myself from get talked into dressing up as an Orc and raiding the north pole by parties who shall remain anonymous (because I know what’s good for me). I’m still waiting for the burned HD-DVD copies of Battlestar that I was promised as recompense.
You know, whichever.
Not let {former friend} come and crash on our couch for [del]weeks[/del] months on end
or, better,
Not let him back in after we kicked him out the first time.
I’d have flown to New Orleans in June instead of driving. As things go, it wasn’t any kind of big deal: one more alternator gave out. But it was a chunk of money I wouldn’t have had to spend then.
Surprisingly, this has been a year of decent to good decisions on my part.
In the spring when my boss asked me if I wanted to take on the responsibilities of a woman who was retiring, I should have said no.
I’d have bought a new video card with my tax refund. First world problems, indeed.
I wish I had not have taken a whole Ativan after months of weaning off it. It did not end too well.
Most of my memory of that day is gone, but not enough for me not to be humiliated about my stupidity.
I wish I had done a through investigation of one of my nephews little female friends much earlier in her appearance in his life. Seventeen is too young to be dealing with the crazy.
I think I would have gotten the epidural earlier. The baby wanted to come out sideways and would not turn. Everyone was telling me that I neeeded to relax the muscles for the baby to turn, but you try and relax when you have a kid coming down sideways.
After 6 hours with no change in dilation and no sleep in over 24 hours I needed it.
Once I got the epidural I went from 4cm to holding a baby in less than an hour.