I’d been raised to avoid things that weren’t fine with my parents, but lately, I’d been trying to see the other sides through their writing (blog, novel, review, discussion, etc) and I regretted not doing it sooner. A lot of the things there would’ve helped me to become what I want to be.
Mood.
Looking back at my life, I can identify various situations where I chose to forgo an opportunity to try something new (we’re talking about things that are not dangerous but totally kosher, like trying to learn a new programming language) because I was too busy doing things I was “supposed” to be doing, like schoolwork. I wish I’d jumped on some of those opportunities back then.
Wow, I feel you on the “too busy doing things I was ‘supposed’ be doing” thing, except my “supposed to” was college. I wasted a lot of good money because I didn’t know what I was doing there except that I was supposed to go to college. Now, 14 years later, and I’m trying to train for something else (programming too) because I don’t like doing what I ended up going to college for. Talk about regret.
It was college for me too, heh.
I’ve started to realize a few things about my parents as I’ve grown up. Some make me more understanding, and some less so. Talking with them, adult to adult, is sobering in a lot of ways.
