Regrets. Something that we all have no matter what we say. Regrets don’t have to be depressing or bitter. They don’t have to bring us woe. They can simply be a feeling of nostalgia as you glance in the rear view mirror and wonder about sliding doors. I’ve blogged about regret PREVIOUSLY and being the type…
For a huge part of my life I have tried to hide who I am. I have tried to be what others want. I have followed paths influenced by others. I have been embarrased and shy to show who I really am. Perhaps it’s because until recently, I didn’t know who I was.
Tuesday has rolled around again. It seems the weeks just melt into each other at this time of year. I was going to share yesterday’s post for IBOT, until my friend asked me the question… ‘If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, would you be able to say you have lived a full…
I hesitate before I wrote this post, mainly because it could be viewed as negative, but it’s not really intended to be. Truth is I have had this post in my head for such a long time. These thoughts that constantly grind away and sometimes begin to consume me. Regrets are hard. They have such…
