What’s a time you ignored your gut — and paid for it?
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It could be said that I did not pay heed my gut — and paid for it — every time I ever ate at Taco Bell. #Yo quiero que la diarrea pare.
What’s a time you ignored your gut — and paid for it?
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It could be said that I did not pay heed my gut — and paid for it — every time I ever ate at Taco Bell. #Yo quiero que la diarrea pare.
I don’t know that I’ve ever regretted taking a risk. I’ve taken some bruises for them on occasion but not felt regret.
I did once try to block a staff strike with an ill-positioned / ill-timed wooden sword. I got a mild concussion that time, but still — I don’t think — regret (but I’m a bit fuzzy on the details, maybe it damaged the part of my brain that is capable of regret.)
I’m with Miyamoto Musashi, who wrote: “我事におゐて後悔を/せず” [“I will not regret my deeds.”] in his Dokkôdô [“Way of Walking Alone.”] Of course, he probably suffered his share of concussions as well.
The older I get, the more I find regret to be a sucker’s game. I was the me then that I was, wishing the me then was the me now is just a waste of angst. Learn and move. Learn and move. No regret.
Regretting having that last kid… (that would be me!)