What would you do differently

My choices lead to many lessons and abilities I would need later in life. Knowing what I know now
I am not sure some things I could have changed as it was events in the world around me that caused them.
The only period of time I could have changed by my choices for better results would have been the 2 years
after my husband died. I lost myself for a bit during that time but I did manage to save myself once the grief passed.
So "Let It Ride", I came out a better person due to it all and I know there is still room for improvement to come.
 
There’s a book called The Midnight Library by Matt Haig. The book explores all the different choices this woman could have made in her life and the aftermath. Basically a type of butterfly effect. It’s an interesting read.

I’ve made mistakes and have paid the consequences. Would I change anything? No. It’s lead me to my experiences and I’m grateful.
 
I guess I would tell myself to stay in college and to become a lawyer. Then I could have made a good income and probably married a fellow lawyer (I'd give myself some advice about choosing a spouse on more than infatuation/sex appeal) and had a few kids while I was young enough to chase little ones around the house. We would have had enough income that I still could have had a horse and travel.

But, I'm so glad for the experiences I had instead, even if it took me 16 years to get a bachelor degree because I kept dropping out to do things like move out of state with a boyfriend, live abroad, etc.

And although I regret not having perpetuated my genes, I'm glad I have the daughter I adopted in my mid-40s.

No other horse could have been a perfect and lovable as the horse I had. Oh, and the feral cat I captured and brought home from abroad would have had a short hard life instead of a long spoiled one.
 
I’d have said yes every time the dentist offered laughing gas and demanded a balloon animal for the ride home. I’d have invented sliced bread, but some overachiever beat me to it. Fine. I’d invent rechargeable shoelaces that tighten when I’m late and untie for naps. Don’t ask how they’d work, but I’d be a billionaire. I wouldn’t have wasted hours trying to program the VCR. Nothing else needed fixing. The rest? A glorious mess of chaos, the faint smell of burnt waffles, and a generous sprinkling of existential wonder and mischief.
 

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