This evening I was going through some old files from my time in community. I found a letter I wrote to the leadership two months after joining. I never sent it. I thought I maybe I should have sent it. I didn’t in a way, for a moment I regretted not sending it. But then I thought if I’d’ve sent it, I would’ve never started on this journey.
I them remembered something I read at school. Regrets are like a broken window, how ever much you think about it. Things will never be the same. You replace a broken window and with regrets you are constantly living in the past and not looking forward to the future.
I’m glad I wrote those thoughts down because I can see the good that came out of my time there. Even in my darkest days I can look back without regrets.