Looking Back

Looking back…isn’t this what we all do? Thinking…assessing…guilt trips…wishing…hoping and the list goes on. Sometimes this place of looking back leaves me with a feeling of total unfulfillment. While other times I’m grateful for the lessons learned and memories made. Tonight I realize – it’s all about perspective. What “glasses” do I have on?

Do I choose to look back and see through the glasses that are tainted with ‘could haves and would haves’? Or am I looking back to encourage myself that I have learned many things and that I am still learning and growing?

It’s up to me…to choose to look back and learn. But I won’t stop there – I will also stand on the learning steps and move forward.

Love this excerpt from a book by Joyce Meyer (I Dare You)….inspired me to get up and move on. Reach out and dream…learn from my mistakes and grow.

Leaving the City of Regret

I had not really planned on taking this trip this time of the year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come it. I’m talking about my annual “Guilt Trip”.

I got tickets to fly there on WISH I HAD airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my baggage, which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand memories of what might have been. No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.

As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year’s most important event, the Annual Pity Party. I wasn’t going to miss this great social occasion. Many of the town’s leading citizens would be there.

First, there would be the Done family – you know, Should Have Done, Would Have Done and Could Have Done. Then came I Had family. You probably know ole Wish I Had and his clan. Of course the Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost.

The biggest family would be the Yesterdays. There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share.

Then Shattered Dreams would surely make an appearance. And It’s Their Fault would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in his life. Each story would be loudly applauded by Don’t Blame Me and I Couldn’t Help It.

Well, to make a long story short, I went to this depressing party and knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought of all the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that the remainder of this trip and subsequent “pity parties” could be cancelled by ME! I started to truly realize that I did not have to be there. I didn’t have to be depressed.

One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN’T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE TO POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY! I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as encouraging. Knowing this I left the City of Regret IMMEDIATELY and left NO forwarding address. Am I sorry for mistakes I have made in the past? Yes! But there is no physical way to undo them.

SO, if you’re planning a trip to the City of Regret, please cancel all your reservations now. Instead, take a trip to Starting Again. I liked it so much that I have taken up permanent residence there. My neighbours, the I Forgive Myselfs and the New Starts, are very helpful. By the way, you don’t have to carry around heavy baggage, because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. God bless you in this new town. If you can’t find it – its in your own heart – please look me up. I live on I CAN DO IT street.

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