tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325772553931953633.post1547937946192185899..comments2023-09-04T02:29:36.169-07:00Comments on Until it kills me...: Post Thirty-Seven: A Car Boot Collection of Minor Regret.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00575497683093382928noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325772553931953633.post-51019573280965594692010-07-28T19:59:32.710-07:002010-07-28T19:59:32.710-07:00I think the years between 25-40 go awfully quickly...I think the years between 25-40 go awfully quickly. I spent them getting married and having kids and not knowing what I wanted to be when I grow up. I've finally figured that part out, and I guess it would be nice to have known what that was back when I was 25... but I didn't. But I wouldnt change anything either. How does that saying go? "Shoulda Woulda Prada".Trishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03616305104841707307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325772553931953633.post-67583162988439788992010-07-28T16:56:55.752-07:002010-07-28T16:56:55.752-07:00I think you're on the right track. If you loo...I think you're on the right track. If you look at your life and say 'if I died tomorrow, would I have done what I wanted to do?' and say no, then you need to do the things that you want to die having done. (I know that was the most convoluted sentence ever, but I think you get the drift).<br /><br />At 25 I'd done almost none of the things I wanted to do by then. But by 27 I could look back and say 'hey, you know what - if I go now, I've given it my best shot'. So whether that's bungee jumping, quilting or overseas travel, I say do it.Erin Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08872088534190948163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325772553931953633.post-83495238779565669522010-07-28T05:59:31.863-07:002010-07-28T05:59:31.863-07:00Im in my late 30s.
You always feel that way. The...Im in my late 30s. <br /><br />You always feel that way. The yearning for what could be is sometimes overwhelming. But for that different path you could have taken, well, you wouldn't be on this one. And your path, from my ancient Yoda cataract lens filled eyes, looks like a pretty kewl one. <br /><br />In my first proper job I actually had a piece of used sponge I kept in the handle of my mug to seal envelopes with because my job was to send out the mail and my work hadn't bought self sealed envelopes. That was about when I was your age. <br /><br />So you win!<br /><br />PS I bet he appreciated the styling. I was wondering the other day ... if you couldn't slip an embalmer to take some stuff out as the other stuff went in. So you'd leave a slimmer corpse... A last fck you to all your friends to leave them seething that how you pay have tripped off to the light fantastic but geez you dropped some weight before you went!<br /><br />PPS My word veri is ikeybo. That would be the name of your manga comic if your life was turned into a Japanese cartoon series.Mikey_Capitalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07804458524821811591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325772553931953633.post-63785325803362004882010-07-28T02:21:39.798-07:002010-07-28T02:21:39.798-07:00If we run out of questions, what's left of lif...If we run out of questions, what's left of life to live?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12815946012766176168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1325772553931953633.post-7724262238200574702010-07-28T02:09:06.932-07:002010-07-28T02:09:06.932-07:00Good stuff this, I like this train of thought. No ...Good stuff this, I like this train of thought. No answers though other than the only regrets I ever had were the things I'd wish I HAD done and didn't. The stupid things I DID do I laugh about now and don't regret them like I did at the time.<br />EddieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com