If you had a chance to go back in time and do something over, would you? Do you have regrets?
I have a tattoo on my ankle that says “To Die With No Regrets” (yes, I triple-checked the Chinese characters after hearing the horror stories of tattoo artists giving you the “I’m an asshole” one instead). The tattoo hasn’t yet become ironic.
I’d venture to guess that there are very few people my age who don’t wish they could have a do-over for something or other. Who wouldn’t want to go back and fix a mistake, undo a hurt, take a different job or wait until the market was better to buy a home? I’d love to be able to travel to 1995 and buy 5,000 shares of Apple Stock. Who wouldn’t?
What would you do over?
I’ve been thinking about the One Thing that I’d most like to travel back in time and fix. Should I choose to travel back and wear more sunscreen? Take better care of my teeth? Learn to love running? Should I try harder to find Robert and have Tucker earlier in life?
Nah. I don’t want a do-over.
Our fuckups, celebrations, tears, and our laughter shape our lives. They make us who we are, guide us, and direct who we will become. Living life without mistakes means we’re not taking risks. It means we’re staying indoors too much. It means we’re being too safe.
I have made some world-class bad decisions. I have acted impulsively, stupidly, and beat myself up over awkward conversations and real and imagined slights. But I wouldn’t go back and change a single thing.
Changing X leads to changing the rest of the alphabet. Every decision, experience, choice, love, and regret has led me here. To today. To life. To life as me, sharing it with this boy, and this man.
So no thanks. I don’t want a do-over.
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post. The sentence is “If I could go back and do something over…”
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