I was flat on my back sick this week with nothing to interfere with reflecting about people, places and things. Like most people I have learned to live with regrets. I push them into the corners of a dark closet in my mind and hope they become like that lost baseball cap that you could never figure out where it got to. One of the regrets worked its way to the front of the closet and rudely knocked on the closet door and demanded some attention. At the same time, the teacher arrived in my life. The teacher gave me a lesson I didn’t want but I certainly did need.
So this week the regret has been pulled out of the dark corner of the closet and Chapter 1 of the lesson has been lovingly completed.
Wishing you a week with no regrets,