Every now and again I'm struck by how I reflect back upon the life I've led and subsequently find at least one regret coupled with every experience. It's somewhat disheartening to know that we categorize almost everything we've ever learned, said or done in terms of "good/bad". There's the "I loved that!", followed closely by, "but if only..."

If only I'd taken that left instead of a right. If only I'd gotten that job. If only I'd seen that sign sooner. If only I hadn't spent all my money on that stupid video. If only I hadn't eaten that extra large chili-cheese dog with extra onions and sour cream late last night. (Buuuuuurp...)

I wonder how many things in life I'd go back & change if given half the chance, and how much life itself would be changed by these changes. I also wonder if I'd be happy with this new, apparently perfect life. I wonder if the only perfect world for me would (antithetically) be an imperfect one. And right now I'm starting to wonder if I need to take the dog out, given how Shady is dancing up and down on one leg in front of our door.

Upon rereading this, I'm not sure if this little bit of nowhere is a quirky entry, or a beleagured one. Maybe it's a bit of both, where you're thinking to yourself, "It's good, but if only...." But in the end, that's the way life itself is: you're stuck with a little of Column A, a little of Column B, and if you're a computer geek, a fair bit of Column C++.

Today's Pep Talk (or alternately, Today's Moment of Genghis Khan Wisdom): take what you can today, and then make a point of taking the rest tomorrow.