My Life of What Ifs

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


Yesterday I posted a message that reeked of regret. Today I read my blog description and remembered that I don't believe in regret. Depression doesn't always care what I believe in, but once I shower and scrape the dirt out from under my nails I am going to ignore depression and get on with it already. Tonight there is laundry to be done and words to be written. I hope to enjoy both.


Heather Darling said...

Now wait a second missy. I just read your other post and I don't think it reeked of regret at all. If you weren't questioning that decision, I'd think you REALLY had a problem. By society's standards, what you did was crazy. BUT... a lot of people have done it and are happier for it. I don't think looking back and wondering what if is a bad thing at all. You have to do some of that to make sure you're in the right place. Those questions you're asking are ALL valid questions and it's not BAD to ask them as log as you don't get so wrapped up in trying to find the answers that you just lock up and can't do anything.

I think it's great that you love your job now and I totally get why you do. These feelings will pass and you'll keep feeling better and better and pretty soon you won't have any doubts at all. I admire you for taking the risk. And remember, even if you don't believe in regret, you're still allowed to have a bad day sometimes. :-) ((hugs))

Erin said...

Hang in there, Stace. I worked outside one summer....the time that you spend with your hands in the dirt really clears the air in your spirit. Trust your instincts and you'll end up happier in the end!