Nineteen

Recycling from 2015….what I wrote back then;


Nineteen
*What opportunities that you’ve passed up do you regret passing?

I’m trying to think of my frame of mind when I wrote this prompt.

I mean, there’s stuff that I could have done that would have greatly affected my life path. but, then, I probably wouldn’t have met my wife, so I don’t really care about them.

I love my wife. I love where I live. I like that I feel like I’m getting some control over my health. My job would have to improve to suck, but….can’t win ’em all.

Do I wish I’d been a bit less reckless on a few things? Sure. Do I sometimes wonder what would have happened

had I been more reckless? Absolutely.

But, for tonight, I’m home. I’m going to have a Martini, and wait for my dinner to arrive.


Reading back on that, I really am not sure what to say about it. I was in a somewhat-positive headspace that night, for sure. Maybe I shouldn’t have been. Things would get even worse shortly, but I guess I was kind of in a reflective mood.

But to recycle the prompt…

What opportunities that you’ve passed up do you regret passing?

Nothing.

It’s been difficult, but there’s nothing I can say where I feel like my life was ruined by missing something.

In one of my recent off-the-wall dreams, I was on the bridge of a very old Naval ship. It lacked many of the modern bells and whistles. But it ran smoothly in spite of the really awful weather around it.

What I’ve got might be that interesting, but it’s mine, and it works for me.

That speaks to some of where I am with many of the political things going on. “My betters” don’t like the choices I make. Whatever. I’m going to do what works for me, and if you don’t like it, oh well.

I’m not doing the right thing?

Okay. I’m not going to do what you want me to do. Let’s go with that as a stipulation. You have a problem with that. Okay. I understand. What do you plan to do about it? Let’s get down to brass tacks. If you feel strongly enough about it that you’re willing destroy me — say it. if you feel no shame for it, let the world know.