Regret and Ghosts of the Past

Things I would say to a younger me.

No point though-he wouldn’t listen anyway.

Guy had it all figured out.

But I can say it to my kids, they are essentially younger me’s.

I always envied people who said they had no regrets.

I lived with that ish for years.

Regret pulled up a chair and stayed rent free.

I ruminated.

Lived in negative self-talk.

It will always be there-but now I have the tools to fight it.

Mainly-my kids.

That’s who I’m talking to.

And it’s hard to regret the things that consumed me…

Without them I wouldn’t be here-with this family, and this life.

Had to go through that place-to get to this place.

And this place is pretty cool.

If I could tell him one thing,

I’d tell him not to beat himself up so much.

A fortune cookie once told me worrying is like a rocking chair:

gives you something to do but doesn’t get you anywhere.

I would add complaining, and holding on to the past.

It’s soul-crushing dead weight that keeps us stuck.

I regret not letting go of my regrets.

Didn’t realize it at the time but movement was always there to pick me up.

Sad- I ran.

Mad- I lifted.

Numb- I stretched.

And when it was too heavy-I talked to someone.

We don’t have to go it alone.

Check in on your people.

For what it’s worth.