Unsatisfying but my own fault without regrets.

This is how I started an email this evening. I meant to encapsulate how I felt about a decision I made when I was a little younger and in pain. However, I am beginning to wonder if it is a proper description of life.

The fiery and passionate side of… errr… ME has sent me into a tailspin more often than I like to admit. Holding the cards tightly, holding steady at the wrong times! Spinning out in a puddle of emotion at the wrong times! What did my Dad tell me a very, very, very, very long time ago, oh yeah, timing is everything.

My wayward romantic side continues to struggle with this notion but intellectually I know it is true. So rarely do I reflect upon my decisions with regret and this week is no different but on occasion I pause to wonder… what if?

And I could get stuck there for a while.

For amusement.

In a moment of boredom.

So let’s move on, already.