Live A Life...

You know that saying, "live a life of disappointment rather than one of regret"? I've always kind of liked it, but recently I've experienced a couple of minor things that really have taught me how true that is.

Last night, for example, I was taking a midnight walk around my block to clear my head, when I came across a couple great pieces of furniture out on someone's lawn with a "free" sign on them. They were small, simple, and would have been perfect set pieces for my show this spring (and to just have in general). I was amazed, and I almost just picked them up right then and there, but I was tired, it was late, and if my parents woke up and saw me in the backyard with a big table in my arms (they didn't know I was out), I didn't want to have to explain myself. Now it sounds dumb, but I just shrugged and told myself I'd set an early alarm and get them tomorrow morning. So this morning, surprise surprise-they're gone.

I know that if I had gotten them last night and my parents had found me or something else awkward would have happened, it would have been just that-awkward, for a moment, and then we would have moved on. I would've to trade in one awkward moment at 3 in the morning for a glorious table and nightstand that I can have for the rest of my life if I want. And now that I waited for no good reason: I have no table, no nightstand, and some regret.

I know, I know. What a dorky example. It is a silly thing to worry about in this case, and I could give you more serious examples, but I'll save the drama. I really do believe that though: "live a life of disappointment, rather than one of regret." In other words, go for it.

Chice