I was in the middle of my run yesterday which is always a great time for thinking. And I got a little profound on myself.
If any of you died tomorrow, would you have regrets?
Then I got to thinking, there are two kinds of regrets. Regrets that you didn't do some of the things you really wanted to do, and regrets that you didn't live the life you wanted to live.
I don't have many regrets on the last. Sure, there are things I want to do. I want to travel, for one. I want to see my kids graduate, get married, have babies. That's all stuff I can't control and that are based on time. But am I living the life I want to live? You betcha.
I'm not published, but I'm happy working towards that goal. I can't make a publisher buy my work, but I can strive each day to write something that they may buy. I am doing the "job" that I want to do, that makes me happy. My calling, if you will. I am also a stay at home mom which is the best and worst job in the world! But I wouldn't have it any other way. I have absolutely NO regrets about staying home with my girls. It was the right decision and I'm happy that I get to be involved in their school and do all the things that working moms wish they could. My life is where I want it to be (without the publishing contract, but again, not something I can control).
If I died tomorrow I'd miss things that I was looking forward to, and I'd hate leaving my kids without a mother, but I wouldn't wish I'd done something different with my life. There's a whole load of comfort in that!