I spent some time last week regretting a few decisions I made in my 20s—decisions that would have affected me today, but that I don’t think I could have made any differently with the information I had back then.
No more regret. Even if I could change the past, would I?
Those past forks in the road brought me here, to this morning, where I stretched my legs and snuggled my warm baby and waved to my husband and daughter as they biked off to school in the crisp air. Right here, where my past decisions have brought me, is the perfect place to make my new decisions.