is the unexpected guest in the loud Hawaiian shirt seated at your breakfast table hard to ignore… this is a metaphor! Someone once asked me who the guy in the Hawaiian shirt was….. I typically don’t regret things in my life, preferring to see my choices as simply that, choices. No value placed on them, unless they turn out particularly well or particularly bad. Funny how when things turn out well, I feel so savvy. But when things turn out badly… I often feel the weight of regret even before I realize the outcome. Regret shows up and there’s no talking it away…he’s there for the day…week…month…until I am worn thin and feel punished enough. There is a purpose behind regret though; for me, it’s the in my face reality that I have let myself down in a pretty big way. Sucks…but it’s true.