At least you have some decent rememberances to regret. I never wasted my mis-spent youth (too busy working on the career), and I regret that now.I also not starting my family when I should of. There were good reasons at the time, but damn, if I had known then what I know now….

Did you have fun doing the stupid things? If so, why regret them? Did you do any lasting harm to anyone? Probably not.

Like Walter Tevis had Minnesota Fats say in “The Color of Money”, you get slower, you get smarter, what’s the problem?

Regretting things ain’t worth the angst. Not repeating dumb things is much more important.

You know, I’m trying to live a less stressed life and cut back on anxiety and it seems to me, regretting things you cannot change is only a way to misspend your energy. You can’t change any of it. As long as you learned something, and you share what you learned, you may as well look forward as backwards.

I regret nothing except a brief period as a blonde in 2003.

I regret nothing! Some days its harder than others. But I’m not 40 yet, and this is actually the year of Not Being Embarrassed. This is *not* the same as Not Doing Embarrassing Things. When I am 40, I think I will declare it the Year of Not Regretting Anything.

But some regrets are okay. I always liked the line in Chariots of Fire where Eric says he has some regrets, “But no doubts”.

have a favourite song on one of our favourite CDs (a fantastic collection of Australian artists covering little known country songs called Where Joy Kills Sorrow) that has the chorus “I’d rather be sorry for something I’ve done than for something that I didn’t do”. I guess it sort of shows in our philosophy of life these days.

I do have regrets, but only for things I failed to do.
I regret times I failed to be kind enough or understanding enough or loving enough. I certainly have one big regret over the last decade (I’m sure you can guess), and I think I’ll regret that not working out the way I hoped until I die. But I regret not managing to make it work the way I wanted, I certainly don’t regret trying.

Forty is pretty close, though I’m not quite there yet. I’m pretty sanguine about it. I think I’m hoping to turn a midlife crisis into a midlife opportunity, or maybe reinvention.

Hell, I’ll buck the trend and and say that I’ve got plenty of regrets of both kinds. Not so much about time spent lying stoned on the sofa, but I manage to simultaneously regret all the wild impulsive sex I didn’t have, and the wild impulsive sex I did have.

I regret the opportunities I didn’t take because I was too scared to, and the fact I spent so much time being down on myself. No more of that, my friend.