I think there is a boundary point in life, beginning at the point of self-awareness, where one can learn enough about life to have regrets, see mistakes, move forward. I learned a lot of shame as a child, for all kinds of reasons, and carry it over. I have made mistakes, regret things. But I am beginning to understand that mistakes are as much a part of life as fear or hope or love, and there is a point where one has to say, I regret them, and choose to live the rest of my life differently. Better. Wiser. Campbell writes that one of the joys of growing older, growing up, is that you can bring experience, wisdom, meaning to life. And perhaps humor and perspective.

Today I am hoping to forgive myself, and to move forward.