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There comes a point in all our lives where we make a decision that ultimately we regret. It doesn’t have to be anything big even–
- that time I listened to someone tell me how they were a “Master Color Technician” and then watched her take my hair from what I loved (except the grey roots) to Barbie Doll blonde that washed me out…regret!
- That time I got tired of my husband sleeping on top of my long hair and marched up the street to a beauty salon and demanded an extreme A-line (who has time for the upkeep on that!)…regret!
- That time we were 3 hours from the North Dakota state line and I said, “Let’s just suck it up and drive to it so we can cross North Dakota off our list and my husband said, “I am not driving 3-hours each way, 6-hours round trip, so you can cross a state off your list!” And we didn’t…regret.
And then, there’s the time, when, due to personal issues, I made the decision to sell or give away everything I owned, pack what would belongings the children could fit in the back of an S-10 pick up and move 3,000 miles East. One should never make decisions when they aren’t capable of remembering what day trash is–and I was that person.
At the time it seemed like the answer.
In the end, I was running away. I was allowing fear to control me.
Why my parents didn’t say to me, “Why don’t you come stay with me for a few days and let’s talk about this.” I still don’t know.
So there we were, one week before Christmas. Sorting and packing by day and into the night. My nights were terrorized by hitting Kansas and Nebraska during a blizzard.
There were no blizzards. Just rain.
It was a long five days and the children and crossed the country, seeking something better.
I’ve regretted that move ever since. That was December 2012. This is the first summer the humidity doesn’t wear me down to the point I simply cannot go outside.
The kiddos have snow days for a dusting or just the “thought” of snow.
It’s beautiful here, but I miss Utah’s mountains. I miss my friends.
In the end, it was life changing and if I had to do it all over again, I’d have stayed put. Sometimes, switchers remorse creeps up on us. Sometimes, change isn’t easy.
Don’t you wish there were a do-over?
Tell me, what’s your switcher’s remorse?