Regret

Hi Reader,
I have regrets.

I regret mixing wasabi with cocoa, thinking they'd make a tasty flavor pairing for cookies.
I regret not heeding my friend's warning about wearing shorts and flip-flops to weed-whack tall, wet grass.
I regret not standing up for myself in second grade when a football field full of kids made fun of me for looking up to Danny White.
I regret not keeping in touch with my college journalism professor Dr. Flynn, who was instrumental in motivating me to graduate instead of hitting the ceiling of units allowed before academic probation.
I regret times I've hurt others.

So, yes. I have regrets, I've made a ton of mistakes, and there is no doubt that I will continue to screw things up in both laugh-about-it-later ways, and in situations that cut much more deeply, until I learn my lessons well and furnace-burn the crap out of current and past-life patterns that harm.

Thing is, though, I discovered firsthand that a wasabi chocolate cookie is what evil must taste like, nobody's gonna tell me today that Lewis Hamilton sucks without losing their pinnae, and as it turns out, my missteps have prepared me well to help others work through their own anguish with much reported success.

I hope for you that any regrets you have can be accepted fully, dealt with caringly, and transformed patiently into lessons that will give rise to your better future.

Peace,
Tommy

P.S. - The dangerous combination of open-toed footwear and water seems to be a karmic blindspot for me, but I'm working on it. One step at a time.