I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

I have only 3 regrets in life, well, three things that I continue to let be, even though they are correctable. That is what, I think, makes them such weights – the fact that they exist when they don’t have to. So, I shall rid myself, at least somewhat, of this troublesome burden. The first, not remembering how to play the piano. Easy, I’ll take college lessons – if not this summer, then very soon. Second, I’ve never told Sarah I loved her. This one I choose though. Why? I’ve written volumes on it already – it needs not be said. And my third and newest, I love Lacy and it goes unsaid. This one is the easiest and the hardest, but as soon as the opportunity presents itself, consider it done. There – life’s good and I am free.

Aaaand I never did any of them. The piano lessons thing I tried to correct. Kept applying every semester and got constantly rejected because they took music majors first. The other two have faded as being regrets and turned into thank-God-I-didn’t-do-thats. The piano thing, though, I wouldn’t mind still getting corrected.