Sometimes I wonder why I rushed through life so fast. Right out of high school I got married, became a mother not even a year later and basically felt myself becoming, or at least, feeling like an old maid. I mean, I totally skipped over the college bit, I barely had a chance to enjoy the "dating scene," and on top of all of that, I found myself turning into my mother, which isn't all that bad, but when you are 19 at the time, you tend to look at your mother as if she's the wicked witch that you want to avoid becoming.
Suffice it to say that everything I have done thus far has been my choice. Still. I look back on it and wish that I had taken my time. I wish that I had, at the very least, gone to college and had gotten the chance to experience the campus life: the studies, professors, friends, parties, etc. Just a taste of it. Would it really be enough to have changed my mind about going back to school?
There should be no regrets in one's life. I don't regret the decisions that I've made and I really don't regret my children. I just wish I took the time to enjoy life. My life.
That is one lesson learned which is why I am now soaking everything in and really taking my time to enjoy and just live amid the helter-skelter that is my life.