In life, sometimes you’ll have feelings of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over something that has happened or been done.
Maybe you never told someone you loved them and then they passed away never knowing you cared. (Too dark?)
Or maybe you lost all of your money playing the slots and couldn’t make rent, so you were forced to live in your car, and because you could no longer receive mail you missed an important letter notifying you of your great aunt’s death and the subsequent million dollar inheritance, so it was given to the government, and you died penniless. (This happened to someone I know.)
Or maybe you ordered a salad and your husband ordered a burger, and when the meals were delivered to the table, you had overwhelming feelings of sadness, repentance, or disappointment and forced your husband to switch dinners with you. (This happened to me.)
The regret is real.
To be completely honest (and when am I anything but?)… Those regrets do not even come close to the regret I’m going to tell you about!
(So get ready!) (Are you ready?)
The husband and I were vacationing in Oahu in November 2016, during the week of the U.S. election. We thought we would be celebrating the first female president, and instead we watched as the United States elected the worst* human** ever.
It completely and utterly ruined our trip.
We attempted to waterslide our troubles away. (For the record, 79 times down the waterslide does NOT make the pain go away.)
When we got home, we made all kinds of declarative statements about not returning to Hawaii until the U.S. sorted their shit out.
(Full disclosure: we thought that they would get their shit sorted out much quicker than they are getting their shit sorted out.)
There have been so many times over the past year that I’ve excitedly said to the husband, “Pack your bags… [insert scandal here]!”
And then we wouldn’t go to Hawaii. (Because we made those declarative statements saying that we wouldn’t return to Hawaii until the U.S. sorted their shit out, and the U.S. still hasn’t sorted their shit out.)
The regret is real.
* Absolutely, positively