“Your regrets aren’t what you did, but what you didn’t do. So I take every opportunity.” – Cameron Diaz

 
It’s 11 :  19 AM on day 2349 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray,  read Psalm 22: 9   and learn a new word – Epicene [ep·i·cene] adj. Having characteristics of both sexes or no characteristics of either sex; of indeterminate sex. “Clothing fashions are becoming increasingly epicene.”

Recently I’ve been thinking about the few regrets I have in my life and strangely enough they have nothing to do with what I did and everything to do with what I didn’t do I regret not visiting my paternal grandmother one last time before she passed (my dad had invited me to go with him that evening but it was really cold that evening so I chose to stay home thinking my gran would be around a while but she died a few days later) I will forever regret not taking the last chance I had to see her here on Earth, I regret not being fully present when sisi Virginia was trying to converse with me the last time I would ever see her, I regret not going into a family friend’s house I told him I’ll come again some other time only the next time I went to his house he wasn’t there he had died unexpectedly a few days after I saw him….mistakes are the name you give to experiences you learned from but what on Earth do you call the things you didn’t do.