One of the dangers of carrying around too many regrets in one’s day-to-day is it is hard to feel settled, to know how to see the end of a project or task or goal, caught as you are on the treadmill of having to compensate for every opportunity missed, each mistake made. It’s hard to move on when you’re constantly trying to catch up to where you would have been if only you had done XYZ up until this particular point in time.
Hey, I did not say the above made sense, only that it was tiring. And it’s a treadmill I’m ready to get off of, please and thank you, self. It’s a perk, I’m learning, of realizing due to age and/or circumstance we do not have infinite days promised to us here on this Earth. And I can wear myself out trying to catch up to “should haves” and “I really could have” ideas of where this life would be by now … or I can take a deep breath, let go of every weight and regret, and ask for help, seek guidance on how to move on from this point to get to where I want to be going.
Here is another guidepost: The God I serve is outside of time. He is not hindered by days past or days to come, of what has already happened with what’s to come still unknown. He knows my end from my beginning, and every single point in-between those two places. As such, I don’t have to play a never-ending game of catch-up with my past in order to get to a good future. I need to stop where I am, right now, admit where I’ve made a mess – big or small – of things, and ask for forgiveness for where I have fallen short for whatever the reason. Then? Then I need to move on to what is here, today, be it relationally or with work or with goals or dreams or plans. And take the lessons learned, but not the shame of failure and/or regret.
It’ll be easier that way, I’m sure.