A friend asked me this weekend what I would do differently if I had the opportunity to go back in time and live my life again. Even though the answer to that question popped into my mind within a second, I took the time to really consider it a little longer. Because ofcourse:
- If I knew back then that the only thing that really matters is the circle of loving people around you, I would have kept some people a lot closer.
- If I had trusted myself back then as the creative person I really am, like I do now, I would have chosen a different education.
- If I knew beforehand that a certain boy would hurt me the way he did, I might not have dared to let him win me over.
- If I could go back, knowing what I know now, it could have saved me from having a couple of major anxiety attacks, all because of the silly notion that I wasn’t good enough.
But yet, even though it might have spared me some heart ache and it would have given me some new opportunities, after consideration my answer was still the same: If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Because all those decisions, all those mistakes and experiences, they led me to this family, to this loving man and these beautiful children and, most importantly, to the me that I am becoming.
I am where I want to be. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.