First Step
I have a catalog of missed opportunities and minor failures. It sits waiting in my brain for those moments when I feel the need to ruminate or brood. Typically, this happens late at night, but I’ve been known to do it while taking a walk or simply sitting in the front room. Usually it involves regret, as in, why did I do that or not do that? It feels like it’s a good time to try and break that habit, because my long life is starting to come back and bite me.
I suppose I could get professional help, but it appears the internet is full of advice. Some of it even appears useful. Of course, charlatans abound these days selling all manner of snake oils. Some harmless, some not. Luckily, I think I can differentiate because I’ve had counseling, so I know how it works, plus I have experience solving problems in business and personally. So, I might be able to high grade my sources and get this done.
My aims in this matter are purely selfish. My ninth decade might be my final opportunity to make a good impression and letting regrets get in the way might hinder that. Plus, sourpusses are in low demand, and I know that from personal experience. This leads me to one conclusion. I need to find a way to live solidly in the moment and be grateful for what I have. And just like that it feels as though I’ve taken a good first step toward solving my problem.