I want to talk about regret for a minute here, because I think I’ve been too afraid of it. I don’t want to worry about it anymore. I think there might be a better plan.
I hear parents saying they don’t want to regret anything about their kids’ childhoods. I hear friends say they don’t want to get to the end of their days and regret how they’ve spent their time. One woman told me she didn’t want to feel like she’d missed her calling. Another told me she didn’t want to feel like she’d missed out on her life.
Oh yes, I thought. Me too.
It seems like a life well-lived would be a life without regrets—so if I get rid of regrets, life should be good, right? But it doesn’t quite work that way.
When I for things I might regret, I can find plenty.