Biggest Regret

What if

What if this had happened?
What if I had said that?
What if I had done things differently?
What if I had been born male?
What if I hadn’t done what I did?
What if… what if… what if…

It’s endless. And exhausting.

The truth is, it’s pointless to live life drowning in regret. This is a lesson I’ve had to learn the hard way, painfully so. One of the most important lessons I’ve learned is that regret is, more often than not, a waste of time.

That said, if there’s one thing I’m fiercely protective of, it’s my heart. So yes, I berate myself for decisions that may have put it in danger of being broken. Of course I have moments of regret. Moments of self-pity. Moments where pain resurfaces, brought back by memories I thought I had buried, just not deeply enough.

I protect my heart because, honestly, it’s being held together by duct tape and some office glue.
Hey… I’m human.

But I also know this: whatever decisions I made in the past, whatever pain I felt, whatever choices I stumbled through—they all led me here. To this exact point in my life. Twenty-five. A little bruised, but wiser.

I refuse to cry over spilt milk.

Remember Lot’s wife? Regret made her look back—but becoming a pillar of salt really isn’t worth it.

It’s been a while, my beautiful people. The past few days have been busy, but I’m back on track with this blogging challenge. I have five days left, and somehow, I already know I’m going to miss it.

So here’s my reminder to you—and to myself:
Live a life with lessons, not regrets.

Xoxo,
Mables 💛