I love this roundup by Paper Magazine. Women including the brash, hilarious Jenny Johnson talked about mistakes they’d made during those formative young adult years.
nothing so much.
Many days I feel like comedian Tig Notaro. Via Paper:
“Honestly, I can’t think of a single regret that I have. Every horrible decision that I possibly should regret in life lead me to where I am today. It’s difficult to feel anything but pretty great.”
But plenty of other days, I think:
I regret sometimes living beyond my means, including fighting to have my own apartment in Manhattan when I truly couldn’t afford it.
I wish I had taken more risks with regard to my career when the stakes were very low.
I regret not traveling more.
I used to think I might regret my wilder days, even as they were happening. Nope. Not one bit. Those times lasted just the right number of years and ended without [major] incident. And I have some great stories to tell.
Do you have any twentysomething regrets you’re willing to share?
Mine are wholly career-related (namely thinking I shouldn’t do the things I wanted to do work-wise because of what other people would think). I am lame, I know.
Agree with wishing I’d been more aggressive with career choices, pursuing dreams before the mortgage, marriage and kids made that difficult. I wish I had worried less about who liked me or didn’t, and more about who I liked, didn’t and why.
I try hard to embrace the “no regrets, it led me where I am” attitude, but it can be so hard. A regret I have, which I don’t share all that often, is that I was married at age 21 and divorced less than three years later. At the time, I had no concept of the consequences of that decision, and I do regret it. I have no idea how my life would have played out differently, but I regret making a poor decision that had a lasting impact on me, and on my ex. I’ve made peace with what happened, but it’s still a regret.
Thank you so much for sharing. I feel sure that if I had married in my twenties, it would have ended the same way. We have so much growing to do!
Ugh. Yes, I made stupid, terrible, selfish decisions that emotionally hurt people. I like to think (hope? wish? pray?) that it made them a stronger, better person, which it eventually did for me. Sometimes you gotta do something to know why you shouldn’t do something.
I have such a hard time imagining you being unkind friend. You’re wonderful.