For me personally, my regrets came mostly from a lack of knowing what my values were. Instead my values were what others wanted them to be so I could fit in. I thought that being what others wanted would offer me a sense of security.
Most women my age have walked the path that was not of their own design. When these paths end we stop, look around and wonder where do we go now?
The bittersweet sting of a life not lived while at the same time cherishing the people we love, and experiences we have had in the life we now live.
Regrets hold you captive in a past you cannot change and keeps you imagining a future that will never be. Let's start using regrets for good.
Disappointments can be momentary feelings, where regrets are buggers that hang on, and on for decades.
The first question I get when people learn I am playing the cello, at 60, is what are your plans? Photo is of me playing a piano sitting outside some…
There are scraps of paper in the bottom of my purse, stuffed in desk drawers, my many attempts at newsletters and blogs are floating out there in the vast space of the internet.