I read an article today about living life without regrets — a life free from worry about others’ judgments — a life that holds true to the real you, the person you were meant to be.
What does that mean?
Thinking only of yourself? Being selfish? No and no.
Putting your wishes above others? Hurting other people to satisfy your own needs? No. And definitely not.
Does this negate an attitude of servitude to your fellow man? No.
I believe God made us with desires on our heart that he intended for us to fulfill. This is that burning drive, like a rope attached to the breastbone, pulling us forward. When we don’t follow that desire, we are unsettled and unhappy. We live with regrets.
My passion is writing. My husband’s is photography. We each respect that the other person has an unnaturally strong drive to pursue those creative ventures. Yes, we are parents and Christians, but we personally define ourselves as a writer and a photographer. Those terms describe that burning desire to create.
Not doing so generates a lifetime of regret.
Perhaps the reason this hit me so profoundly today is that I do have regrets. No, I’d never, ever change my marriage or my children. My regrets are deeper and more personal.
At this point in my life, I regret…
… not taking a chance.
… worrying too much about what others think of me.
… being afraid.
… letting my sense of responsibility prevent me from following my dreams.
… not taking time to cuddle in the morning.
… not slowing down and enjoying the life I have and the people who are in my life.
… student loan debt.
In all actuality, my life is probably more than half lived. That doesn’t leave much time to deal with regret.
But I’m gonna give it a try.
What about you?