[Ready2Transform]

It's a big reminder about how importing GAL'ing is if we choose to stand.  We know letting go is such an important part of their healing, so we have to embrace that the MLC is only holding us back if we keep focusing on *it* instead of on ourselves.  I know I for one wasn't living my perfect life when this smacked me upside the head.  In many ways, I'm so much healthier and happier right now than I was this time last year living with Monster and all of our problems, which are really "chicken or the egg" in terms of which came first - them or MLC.  Someday, I'll know it was a blessing.  Sure, I wish he was here growing with me, but I'm confident, even in his fog, he's going through something that ultimately he'll someday come out the other side of (where he'll have the best chance of finding us again).  I don't want to be the life settled for either.  I don't need a sidekick - I need a partner!  And until both of us know what that means, this list is more inspiring than frightening.  I hope MLC isn't a regret point, but rather, a much needed "reset" button.

[NoRegrets]

I also smile at these quotes from Marjorie Pay Hinckley:

“I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.   I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to camp.   I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children.  I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.  I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want to know I was really here and that I really lived.”

THAT is BEAUTIFUL!


You know, I've been thinking about this lately. Today I went to work with a giant zit on my cheek--totally conspicuous and ugly in spite of my best efforts--maybe because of my best efforts, you know! 


And I thought, "What the hell--who cares. I'm not looking for love right now anyway. I don't have time. I only have time to show up and give right now my best, and wouldn't that be ironic if someone near me finds THAT to be beautiful?!"

Regardless, it's what makes me happy--living life to the fullest. I helped an old lady at work today and my co-worker was impressed and it FELT GREAT!!

[Mermaid]

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

Those 3 are attributes of Accommodation.[/url] That's the phase of adulthood that is pre-midlife where so many of us are living the lives we have been told to live--or the lives we think others want us to be living.

This is so true of my H. He expressed over and over again the feeling that he was like Sysiphus, with the eternal task of pushing a boulder uphill. Strangely enough, one regret he doesn't have is:

'I wish I hadn't worked so hard'.

This is strange, because he's a serious overachiever and overworker. His drive to work has stopped him doing all the other things he wants to do, (but blamed me for). . I don't know if he will ever regret this, but he has certainly achieved a lot, and that makes his kids (and me) very proud of him.

On the other hand, he's still trying to instill this in his kids, with limited success. He encouraged me to do further qualifications, but resented me not finishing my PhD more quickly. The truth is, I cannot (and will not) work all night and day like he does. Even now, he thinks I could do another masters, another PhD, more research... he's always pushing me. I wonder if he will ever get to the day when he can just sit back and read a book?

But OPs main question was directed at us, not our MLCers:

What would your biggest regret be if this was your last day of life?

Like many LBS, my regrets are not on this list. Once it would have been to not have kids... or not have a fulfilling career. Then, for ages, I knew I couldn't die before I finished my thesis. It really haunted my dreams. Then to be reconciled with H.

Now I have two major tasks: to make sure my daughters grow up with the right measure of love and discipline. If this was the last day of my life, I would regret not being able to be with D16 until she is mature. D21 is pretty sussed.

The second regret is with myself. I live.... happily, I have fun, but I lose control of myself. I overeat, I lose my temper, I get nervous, I am sometimes a little lazy. Human, of course. But I want more for myself.

If this were my last day on earth, I would regret not completing my journey within. I don't want to stop having fun, or laughing, or being a bit crazy, but I want to stop food and emotions controlling me, and be in perfect harmony with myself and my limited time on earth.