Regret and I are regular companions. We text and chat through my head every few minutes. 

Today I'm regretting my decision not to attend the Green Show with my wife and neighbors last night. I had my reasons. I'd been with too many people this week and felt my energy thinning. When my energy thins, I start getting crankier than usual. Cranky Michael is my black sheep personality. I try to keep him hidden in a secret room in my mind where others don't know he exists. It's hard because he gets increasingly cranky and noisy and friends and family notice him. You can see it in their eyes.

The Green Show starts at 7:15. Walt wanted to be there by 6. Was he nuts? Why so early? Because it'll be packed. I winced and made my decision. I stayed away.

Wife returned home about 8:30 after the show. She raved about it. Fantastic. It was dancing to Motown music. This was the second show. Word had spread. Although they'd arrived a few minutes after six, all the lawn seats were gone. My wife said the whole town had turned out. She and our neighbors were well back from the stage, back on the sidewalk. 

So Regret and I  discussed it. Sure, I missed a great show but I also accomplished much and was able to chill and relax. That's important, too, isn't it?

"Sure," Regret said. "Let's face it, Michael. No matter what choice you made, you would have regret. That's your nature. You regret if you do and you regret if you don't. Live with it."

So I shall.