I was cleaning the inside of the microwave this afternoon and a thought crossed my mind.
How would my life have been different if I had known what was wrong with me earlier? Gone to college? Not had kids at 20? Not made every wrong choice that could have possibly been made by a woman in the beginning of her adult life?
It’s sad to think of it this way. I really don’t have very many regrets in my life, but this defiantly fits in that category.
I’m trying to see it in a more positive light. What would I be like today if I hadn’t had such a difficult time? Would I be boring (worse than death)? Would I be unkind or whinier than I already am?
I don’t know. I do have a lot of decades ahead of me at this point. I hope I can find out “what would’ve been” by doing it now.
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