Regret

Warning:

The following post is extremely vain . . .

I have two regrets since this picture was taken . . .

(Sorry it is in black and white, it was all I had!)

1. Losing (trimming) my hair

2. Gaining (not trimming) my waistline

Remedy for my regret . . .

1. Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow!

2. Let it go, let it go, let it go!

That is right. I want my hair long . . . now that it is short. Is that not always the case? Never happy with what we have? So, I will brush it, sing to it, water it, and give it sunlight . . . so it will be long and luscious again. There is just something about long hair . . . at least for me. Sorry, Dad. I should have listened to you . . . you were right, of course.

Also, this picture was taken, pre-William. I was sometimes running twice a day, and pushing the two kids in the double-stroller, up and down the Spokane hills . . . it was a good, healthy time. Since moving (a few years ago), I had been running once a day, with only one child, and no hills -- with not so much "progress". Now, my remedy for my "waistline" (more like my junk-in-trunk) is 2 hours in the gym 6 days a week. It has been a month and I am seeing some progress. But most importantly -- feeling some progress. And it feels good! I am not interested in reclaiming some "former glory." (Not that the picture is "glorious", but it is former. :-)) Rather, I want to find a whole new glory! A marvelous, wonderful, amazing, glorious, me! (Aren't you just so excited?!)

I just happened to come across this picture, and it made me reflect. Ahhhh . . . regret. The only thing you can do is quickly look back, and move fiercely forward! :-) One day, I will arrive at the "best me" (You know, that fabulous image that dwells only in the mind) -- too bad I won't realize what the best me is, until I look back at old pictures! We never know what we have, until it is gone! :-) Oh well, onto a new glory . . . the glory of age 30! (Coming to me next Tuesday!)