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You Don’t Have to Love Failure.
Regret has its own power.
Moving gives me time to reflect.
3 years ago I moved to a new city in a new state. It’s a very different place from where I grew up and from where I’ve lived over the past 5 decades, and it stretches me in new ways every day.
I’ve become something else while living here. “Someone” else, my father would correct me- stressing the “one” part. Yet on several levels, I feel more like something else, something I never expected. Sometimes these days I feel as though my life isn’t entirely my own and I’m merely waiting for something different to come along. Different as in a different life, a “do-over”.
It’s a feeling I recognise having had in the past, each time I’ve been about to create a BIG change for myself. Usually it’s an exciting, kind of feeling, like when you are climbing that first big hill on a rollercoaster. There’s excitement mixed with a kind of certainty, inevitability.
This time it’s a different feeling.
This time it’s all about regret.
