I was sitting at the kitchen table (which has also become my work desk) a few nights ago when my mom and I somehow found ourselves on the topic of regrets. How we all have them, whether we admit it or not. How there are so many different levels of regrets — those little stupid mistakes we wish we could take back or at least do oever again, but also those huge, life-changing things that, well, for lack of a better word, change things. Forever.
One of my mom’s regrets? “As much as I appreciated college, if I could do it all over again, I’d get a different degree [she majored in sociology]. I missed my calling in the medical field.”
My regret? When I really think about it, I wish I would have been more outgoing with certain people in my life and not let them get away without telling them certain things.
I also got to thinking: Are some regrets inherently better than others? Are smaller regrets necessarily smaller in value than those big, life-changers? What do you think, friends? xoxo
[Photos via Audrey Hepburn Complex]