about having regrets

No, not huge ones. I work really hard to not have those. I'm talking about those little things that seem so silly, so inconsequential, it's almost an additional regret that you spent any time regretting them. Here are a few of mine:

#1: Not buying this really beautiful (but completely expensive) sweater vesty thing at Banana Republic a couple of weeks ago. It was this luxurious cashmere, subtle peach colored, long vest thingy with a flower detail on the left shoulder. I loved it. I wanted it. Bad. But it was $88. Yeesh. (On the flip-side, because of this self-control, I don't have a regret of spending an obscene amount of money on one clothing item... high five, Anna)

#2 (the regret that inspired this post): Never practicing (and eventually quitting) piano. I really hated it at the time, but I wish I had stuck with it. I absolutely adore Sara Bareilles (who is currently playing on my itunes, thus inspiring said regret), and I would like to think that, had I continued on, I would have developed a nuanced and beautiful composing style to rival hers. And I'd also be a poet. Yeah. That's exactly how my life would be if I hadn't quit.

#3: Not playing enough sports as a child. I'm a total girly-girl, so it makes sense that I quit soccer and basketball after one dramatically tearful attempt each, only to retire to my room with my Barbies and showtunes and 20-piece Chicken McNugget Value Meals. I took dance lessons.... that's a sport, right? All the same, had I continued with real sports, I may have put the McNuggets down and avoided the "Pretty Plus" section for "heftier girls" at Sears for the majority of the already painful adolescent years.

#4: Killing that fish my Freshman year roommate and I had for a couple of months. Regrettably (again), I don't even remember his name....I wonder if Colleen does... (note to self: Facebook her and find out... which leads me to....)

#5: All the hours of my life wasted on Facebook. It's so bad, I will get on the internet with a specific search in mind, but my fingers are trained to go to Facebook, and soon enough, I'm stalking away, forgetting my original internet intent. Inevitably, I will be posting this blog post on Facebook, which is likely where you, one of 7 readers, found it.

I'm going to stop at 5 regrets because it's a nice number, and I have some time I need to waste on facebook while pining over Sara Bareilles' mad skill.