Come with me to a special place. It is found between your in breath and out breath…take a moment to arrive and then for just a second or two, or three…have a seat. It is one of my favorite places to visit. Yet many people never stop to enjoy it. Always pushing ahead and ignoring the space it holds. I find it to be a somewhat magical place where there is no judgement or ridicule. One will not find obligations or regrets nearby. Just simply being. After you become comfortable here…move along. Next is the place between your out breath and in breath. Again, arrive and take notice. As I wander from the inhale to exhale and back again my “should haves” and “could haves” no longer hang around my neck and simply slip away. The list for tomorrow is obscured from my sight and today becomes clearly present. So here I simply sit…between. The secret wisdoms whispered around me. I beckon them, catching some here and there…”knowings” I call them. Life’s secrets that we all have been told yet have forgotten along the way. I find them here in the between…a truly special place.
Regret…a rather heavy word that weighs one down like extra clothing. Making it uncomfortable to move freely in life, always reminding of its presence. I try not to accommodate regret as I intentionally move it to the farthest corner of my thoughts. It is hard not to soak oneself in such misgivings yet the damp chill is unhealthy for hopes and dreams of the future. We all have had times when we made choices we did not like. Life is full of choices. Our day starts with a choice- when to get up and ends with one- when to go to bed. Every twist and turn in existence is a choice. Every breath followed by action derived …by choice. Some of them seem to dance in the sun, some seem to give us sorrow and …regret. But how sweet would the dance be without the sorrow. I can take the sorrow. It melts with time like the winter snow. It is regret that one must be wary of as it stings as long as one holds it close.
I don’t carry regrets long in my life. I have had struggles and learned lessons but I refuse to lament my decisions. I think that looking too long at the past can cause one to stumble as they walk towards the future. Validate it…accept it….let it go. Sometimes this is hard and the shoulda and coulda find their way out. They stir the pot and place regret on the table. I smile, breathe a very deep and slow breath and I say “not today thank you.” I would rather eat alone with my thoughts and me. No regrets… I find them just too hard to swallow.