I learned early that I really don’t like the feeling of regret.
Perhaps it’s the pangs of too strong a conscience or simply what they call Catholic guilt, but I’m really uncomfortable with looking back on something and being ashamed. This is has been a cornerstone of my moral code: don’t do anything you’re going to regret.
So I’ve been prudent with my finances, avoided foolish love affairs, worked diligently towards goals in fields I could be proud of. I labored to get to know myself well enough that I could make decisions with integrity.
I know what you’re thinking: BORING.
As I try to make my blog interesting I wonder if maybe I should have messed up my life more. At least it would give me something to write about.