I saw a post today on Facebook that asked “Wouldn’t it be nice to hit rewind in your life and pause”. And I was like sure it would. But then I really thought about it. Is there a time in my life that I would want to go back to? Is there a time that was so great I would want to go back to it?
So many people talk about their teen years or high school years and think those were the greatest years of their life. Mine weren’t, mine kind of sucked. I would never want to go back and relive those years. I’m just glad I made it through them the first time.
There were good times in my life, even times that I wished would last forever. But not really. I don’t think there was any one period or time in my life that I would wish to go back to. No one event I would want to stay in. I love that I have those memories. I love to take them out, brush them off, and look at them again. When we moved, I stacked all the boxes of memories to the side and started unpacking. One day I decided to go through them and see what was in them. I had tons of photos, things my kids made me, memory books, things I had saved, things I had written. I sat there alone on my bed sifting through the years of laughter, tears, and joy. I cried as I sorted. Not so much out of sadness. Perhaps it was nostalgia. Or maybe it was just me being silly.
I am glad it wasn’t regret. I think regret is a waste of time. It’s in the past, I can’t change it – so let it go. I don’t regret anything in my life. Each scar, each choice, each path I took led to where and who I am today. I like me. If I changed anything, I wouldn’t be who I am. I might not like who I would be if I had done things different. So, while it’s nice to look at the scattered gems of memories along my path, I don’t think I’d want to go back. I think I’ll just keep moving forward and see what the next day holds for me.