Back in 2003, my Dad went on a three-month pilgrimage to Spain and France. He invited me to go with him. He would have paid my airfare and food. It was an awesome opportunity. But I declined because (HA HA HA - THIS IS SO FUNNY NOW) I wanted to get through school faster.
Now, many years later, I'm still in college.
HA HA HA HA that sucks. I totally should have gone to Spain.
If I let myself think about it, I kick myself.
That's just one stupid choice out of hundreds.
But you know what? I don't let myself think about it. When you're running a race, do you go faster if you keep your eyes focused on the finish line ahead or if you're constantly looking over your shoulder to see where the other runners are? There's just no use in trying to move through life looking backwards and regretting that which you cannot change.