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No. There's only what I want to make right now. Living with regret is what happens when we don't examine our assumptions and deal with the reality of our lives, which are sadder and more glorious than we allow ourselves to believe.
As a woman, every day I feel fortunate to enjoy freedoms I only dreamed of as a girl.
I remember the 50's and 60's, when a woman was not allowed to wear pants at work, have a credit card in her own name, or pursue "male" occupations. Want ads were segregated until newspapers were taken to court.
And my grandmother told me of not being able to vote, even though she worked with her husband in the family business 6 days a week.
But now the wrongs of the past have been made right. Today I am living my dream - working in a man's job making man's wages. I am a commercial diver.
If only my grandmother could see me now!
I definitely do.
I had fallen in love with my closest friend in high school. I'd always been the shy, conservative type who didn't really speak out about her feelings.
When we left high school, he found out, asked me and I said yes. He knew the entire time (WHY DIDN'T HE TELL ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?!).
He had a girlfriend at the time and told me that I had missed my chance. He told me that he had felt the same way too and that I should have said something. It wasn't my fault I was extremely shy back then, but I've regretted it ever since.
We're still as close as ever, and he's single, but we're kind of like friend's with benefits thing (though no benefits yet).
But I still wish I could jump back in time and punch myself for being so silly. I'll always love him. He's perfect. *sighs sadly*
The following link is to my blog with my response to January 2, 2013 Repentance prompt.
http://tthtmystories.blogspot.com/2013/01/january-2-2013-writing-prompt-repentance.html
MHF Your answer is so insightful. I wish I had said that! Words to live by!
As a teen in the Sixties I was so self centered and rebellious, typical adolescent. But my Mother was dying of cancer. If I could go back I would spend more time by her bed side talking with her and asking her about her youth. I wish I would have comforted her somehow...
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