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Regrets? I've had a few.

But this post is not going to be about my regrets; I will save those for another blog post (or maybe never). Instead, I want to come up with a list of things, on the fly, that I do not regret!

Here goes, in no particularly order (because, again, these are just popping into my head):

  • Moving to Pittsburgh. I have blogged about my love for the city (and I have complained about a number of things as well). But I am glad I live here and hope to for as long as possible. 
  • Having a child. I debated about this for years. And I almost did not have J. But I thank God and whoever and whatever else is responsible for that (including the hubby!).
  • Getting married. I am not going to pretend it has been easy. And there are times I just do not want to be married. But there is something about making a commitment and sharing the journey with someone else.
  • Loving and losing in love. Heartbreak sucks, but I think it is important to go through it. Whatever doesn't kill you...
  • Being close to my family. Sure we argue, and there are things we each do that bother each other, but I am so grateful for those people.
  • Going to Penn State. I loved my four years there. I am such a fan of the college, the sports, and, yes, even JoePa still (though not in the same way). I proudly wear my blue and white and Nittany "swoosh" in many forms and will probably until I can't anymore.
  • Being a sports fan. Sports are great. And when you are a Pittsburgh sports fan, well, even better. Enough said.
  • Trying out for things. When I was in college (and I blogged about this), I tried out for various musicals and choral groups as well as to be a Lion Ambassador and on the Morale Committee for Thon. I was completely unsuccessful in every venture, but I am still proud that I took the chance and kept taking chances.
  • Taking piano lessons. I wish I had listened to my mom (and probably dad) and practiced more because I am not good. But it is nice that since my kid is new to it, I am good enough that I can help her. Hopefully she will far surpass me.
  • Running in 5ks and 10ks. There is something about running (or, in my case, mostly jogging) in a race and having people cheer you on. For me, it is also about racing against myself.
  • Going back into teaching. I was away from teaching for about 13 years when I realized I missed it. I had such a wonderful (though at times stressful and even disappointing) four years going back into that. I know that I touched a few lives, and that means something.
  • Fighting for what I believe in. I need to do this more, but I rarely regret it when I do it, whether it is something important for my kid or as silly as spending 25 minutes on hold just to get a deserved discount.
  • Participating in and staying awake for Penn State's 48-hour Thon. I never pulled an all-nighter, and I have no plans to ever again stay up for even close to 20 hours, but I did it for the kids.
  • Going back to work. I am still struggling with this, but I think I made the right decision. It helps that the kid is at a place she really likes this summer.
  • Trying to be a good, moral, honest person. I turn my cheek more than I should, and I am fairly certain people want to hear less truth than what I give. But at the end of the day, even though I am not perfect, I know that the vast majority of the time, I am doing the best I can and setting a good example for my kid. 
  • Not caring about material things. This too is not a good thing all the time (one look at the carpet in my house and you will agree), but it goes back to deciding what is important in life. And wearing expensive clothes, living in a fancy house, going on vacation every year, and having the latest tech gadgets are not things I want/need to do. 
  • Being careful with money. I should be less frugal, for sure. But thanks to being the way I am, I can proudly say I have had credit card debt/paid interest only one time in my entire life, and that was for only one month, to pay for our honeymoon.
  • Writing a blog. It has been nice to write about a good bit of what is on mind, and to get feedback. Even better, I have made some blogging buddies/gotten to know people. So even if I don't get here as often as I would like, and even though not many people are waiting for my next post, it is all good. :-)

Here's hoping you have a bunch of things you are glad you did/are doing. And here's also hoping I can get the guts (as well as the time) to have my hair cut short(er). Keep thinking about it, but just can't bring myself to do it.


bluzdude said…
Making friends like you has made blogging more than worthwhile!
LaLa said…
You go girl!! Great perspective and list. I have many regrets. But your list makes me want to turn my staying in a bad job and relationship too long into leaving a bad job/relationship. Kudos to you for being good about money but I also don't regret getting a pedicure every now and again. Totally worth it.
Facie said…
Bluz, aw, thanks! Right back atcha.

LaLa, glad you can look on the bright side. That is what I am here for (well, part of the reason). And I do bet a pedicure is worth it. Maybe I will treat myself to one this summer.

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