Regret

The choices you make when you’re half asleep in the early morning hours are not your best.  That is a lesson I learned today.

Miriam and the Gainesville Roller Rebels were scheduled to train/scrimmage with a derby team this morning in Jacksonville.  Miriam asked me to come along, and I was looking forward to it.  But last night the clocks got set forward for Daylight Saving Time–which I otherwise love–and at seven o’clock this morning (which, remember, felt like six o’clock) I was asked to awaken for the drive to Jacksonville.  In my half-conscious state I said I couldn’t go.  Two hours later, when I woke up for good, I was very remorseful about my decision.  So I have been home all day lamenting that I missed out on fun.

While it isn’t true that you only regret the things you didn’t do, it is certainly sometimes the case.