I have been doing quite a bit of thinking, as of late. (No kidding.) Well, I have been reflecting on my choices over the last few years. Mostly centering on the choices I have made since high school. I've been focusing on the big decision: not choosing to go straight into university with my other friends and working in a bar for about 4 years and getting a mediocre education through NAIT and meeting new friends along the way etc.
Would I change any of it? Would I take it back, if I could?
That is a tough question. Cause if I take it back, what would I gain? And what would I lose? Sure, I would have a lead-up on my career. I would be exactly where I would want to be right now. But, I didn't know what I wanted to be then. I didn't know I wanted to be an accountant. I thought my future was with cooking and baking. Sure, I still enjoy doing that stuff. But I didn't know it then. I know it now. Making that wrong choice, has brought me to what I know now. Yeah, I guess wisdom is always hindsight.
If I had followed that path, I may not have met Lee. I wouldn't even have Brandon. I wouldn't have the wonderful group of friends I have now. I wouldn't have met new people. I wouldn't have lost the old ones. I wouldn't have loved and lost. I wouldn't have learned the same lessons. I have made the same choices. I wouldn't be as wise. I wouldn't be where I am today.
And would I change it, if I could?
No. I don't think I would change it. Not now. My family, my experiences and the people I know are worth more than any regret. So, I don't like my choices. There is always time to make a change. If I have regrets, I can make amends now. So, I didn't know it until I was 27. Some people never figure it out. That's a lifetime wasted.
It's all about what Curly means, when he holds up that finger. "One Thing." What's that "One Thing" that is most important to you? The rest doesn't matter.
I've figured mine out.

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And this post is just another reason as to why I love you.
I've made some dastardly bad choices along the way. And now, here I am. I have my husband and my son. I have my home, my job, my school, and my friends. And I am who I am because of the experiences I've had. Because of the choices I've made.
I've made some dastardly bad choices along the way. And I'm good with that. I wouldn't change a thing. I'm glad you're on that page too!
(This reply was brought to you by the word "jodagqh", which looks kind of like Klingon to me.)
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