So here’s the deal… I don’t mind being 42. Honestly. But the older I get, the more often regrets pop up. Like last night we were reminiscing about the decade ago and the two failed BD lessons. What if I had been persistent and found a good teacher way back then? Rather than waiting for Layla so many years later? What if I’d kept off the 20 lbs I lost a few years ago? What if I’d had the guts to follow through with the Peace Corps? All these what ifs…

Please don’t misunderstand, I love my life (most of the time). I love my family and my friends. I like my job. It’s all good. Just what if…