Yes, I totally copped that from Jann Arden, but it fit so well I couldn't help it! There are not many things in my life I regret. I believe that our mistakes--just as much as our triumphs, if not more so--make us who we are. We learn a lot about ourselves when we mess up. Therefore, when people ask me what I would change about my past I generally have nothing to say.
However, there is one thing. When I was a freshman in college I had a radio show on the college station. One night a guy called in and asked me to a dance. I had never met him, but I accepted anyway. It was supposed to be a Valentine's Dance, but was held on Friday, February 13. My date showed up early, and none of my roommates were home. Being 5'11" I had half expected him to be shorter than me. I did not, however, expect him to be pushing five feet even. He was a terrible conversationalist, and at the end of the date gave me a hanging plant with the $5 sticker still attached. This is not the worst part of the date. No, the worst part, the part I wish I could change, is that at that same time my older sister was giving birth to her first child, my niece, Daisy. My whole family was there, and I missed it.
Every time I see her. Every time I see pictures of the day she was born. Every time somebody mentions it, I cringe. I regret being so stupid, and I wish there was something I could do to change it. Just this evening I was talking with my little sister about how our older sister is going to have another baby in August. Without thinking she said, "Yeah, are you gonna be there this time?"
Ouch.
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