I just have one regret.
I wish I’d been braver. I wish I’d been stronger. I wish I’d been confident in myself.
Then maybe this fleeting, 8-year-old thought would not be whispering in the edges of my mind.
It doesn’t haunt me.
It reminds me that I’m not that same timid girl who was afraid to ask the boy she really, really liked to prom. The same girl who was afraid to ask if he felt the same way.
Like an old friend, it pushes me forward when I want to step back.
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January 31, 2009 at 9:17 pm
floreta
these are great thoughts. i was also the timid girl.
January 31, 2009 at 10:16 pm
Tumblewords
A good reminder. Nice post…
February 1, 2009 at 1:05 am
John T
Very proud of you for recognizing your weaknesses and overcoming them.
February 1, 2009 at 9:47 pm
Jennifer Hicks
this speaks in volumes to me. regrets are our teachers and our friendly supporters to move forwards. well done!