Regret

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Main Entry: re·gret
Pronunciation: \ri-ˈgret\
Function: noun

1 a sense of loss, disappointment, dissatisfaction
2: a feeling of sorrow or remorse for a fault, act, loss, disappointment

I am going back to school. As in I officially enrolled last night. Not physically back to school because that would involve dealing with other people committing to a campus location, which is a risky idea when Joe may decide to up and leave his job for another position at any given time. So rather than continuing to put my life on hold while I wait for him to figure out his own things, I decided online classes were ideal.

See, back in college, I started out majoring in the PR/Advertising field but the program seriously sucked. Rather than change schools, I changed majors to Computer Science because that's what all the cool smart kids were doing. And by "smart kids" I don't so much mean nerds as I mean those who could see where the money was going to be made. Along the way, I had to take Marketing as a required course (no idea why) and I loved it. I should've gone with my gut.

What does any of this have to do with regret? I find it hard to regret certain decisions in my past because they've worked out well over time. Who's to say that attending a different school would've made a positive difference in my life? I can't call that a regret. But not following my heart? Not listening to that little voice inside that's telling me I need to do something right now? I regret all of the times I've ignored that voice or silenced my heart.

And I won't do it anymore. No more regrets!