I have exactly TWO regrets in life.
This isn’t because I have led a life full of joy and security, but because I know that every decision, even the ridiculously bad ones, have led me to where and who I am now.
I am happy to take responsibility for those decisions, even the ones that hurt others, because I have honestly and sincerely tried to learn from each and every one of them. This means that events other people may feel regretful about were simply steps along the route to this life I am in now…which I enjoy most days, but that I am fully aware was hard-won and a struggle to get to (TL;DR I appreciate my life, even the days that are occasionally shitty – thanks ‘Other People’).
So, the only two things I wish I had done?
I wish I had been on a protest or march in my youth. Passionate, vocal, energetic about and committed to something bigger than myself, but which I felt part of. I wish Younger Me had felt confident enough to stand up and be counted, had been strong enough to risk ridicule, had been engaged enough to know what matters.
The other one?
I wish I had gone back for the photograph of me and Death outside the haunted house in Disneyland. Boy, oh boy am I still kicking myself about that one. Me and Death…how cool was that?!