At the beginning of the year we make plans and set goals. Everyone's motivation is different. Some want to improve or master a new skill. Others yearn to learn more, while others use their reflection as motivation to improve their fitness.

One motivating factor for change is the fear of regret. Not many people talk about it because of the uncomfortable air it leaves in the room after the word has been uttered. Regret is served differently. Many unload the thought of regret as they live the life they always wanted. Others strap on the burden as each day passes taking them further away from their dreams.

My grandmother died when I was in my early twenties. She had Alzheimer's, and it robbed her of her life and memories. I remember thinking at her funeral how much life she still had left if the terrible disease had not entered her life. She must of had so many regrets. Grandmother never traveled to exotic places, sat at home and crocheted house shoes and doilies for fun, and her favorite afternoon snack was Dr. Pepper and Cheetos Puffs. What a dull life! Or so I thought.

Who am I to judge whether another person had a life full of missed opportunities? Regret is personal. When we look at what makes a person happy, we automatically compare it to our own definition of happiness. My grandmother was happy when she sat down to crochet or went to the craft store to pick out different colors of yarn. She loved making things for her family, and it was a way for her to show us love.

My thoughts about regret, dreams, and happiness are my own. I should never pity people who spend their days at home passing the time with a hobby they enjoy. Grandmother had a home, a family that loved her, and the freedom to be creative. To many this is a dream come true.

Whatever your dreams are for this new year, I wish you joy above all else.

Here's to no regrets,


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