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?