Regrets. I’ve had a few.

As a person who firmly believes that it’s better to regret doing something than not doing something, I don’t have many regrets in life. The few I do have consistently come from me kicking myself in the ass for not doing something that may have intimidated me or taken me out of my comfort zone. Think moving to another state (or country!) or going to a concert or an event solo. I’ve definitely missed out on some life experiences over the years, but, overall am content with how things have transpired in my life.

How about you?

After my recent relationship blazed a trail similar to that of a shooting star, a dear friend advised that I not share my relationships on social media. I think he was concerned about how I might be perceived in the aftermath of relationship which, after an incredibly stimulating start, imploded with a head shaking and disappointed sigh.

I’ve seriously considered his words, but ultimately reject his recommendation. I mean, I’ve dated 4 men in 10+ years. It isn’t as if I’m a pinball bouncing from man to man. And, if I were, wouldn’t it be my prerogative as a single adult anyway?

My heart has been broken a handful of times in this one precious life I have been given and I don’t regret a single one of those occasions. In each of the situations, before there was heartbreak, there was laughter, new experiences, conversations and kisses – all shared with someone I found interesting and exciting. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss any of that, even with the ache that punctuated the ending of each of those relationships.

From the very first heartbreak to the most recent, I’ve learned important lessons. I know how I respond physically, mentally and emotionally, and the consistency in my reaction has grown to become a comfort of its own. I will lose some weight and some sleep. There will be a vacillation between wanting to be alone and needing to be surrounded by friends. Running, yoga and long walks will be necessary and will result in simultaneously exhausting and restoring me.

And life will go on.

I refuse to regret emotions I was inspired to feel. I know I can only speak for myself, but those emotions were genuine and real. How could I regret that? 

Perhaps I do share too much of myself and my life…I honestly don’t know. What I do know, though, is this: I’m committed to living a life that is full in every way you can imagine. Single or not. No regrets.

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