I often think about the few individuals I wish I had courageously confronted and firmly told to "Fuck off."
Having endured bullying and exploitation, I regret not asserting my boundaries earlier to protect myself from mistreatment.
It took until my early 50s for me to start embracing self-confidence, a journey marked by late but significant personal growth.
I regret not seizing the exhilarating chance to skydive when I was younger, a decision now resigned to my past.
Although content with one child, I sometimes wonder if I should have welcomed another, feeling a missed opportunity for a larger family bond.
Reflecting on my younger self's selfishness and deceitfulness, I acknowledge my transformative journey toward maturity and compassion.
Never formally educated on managing money, I now painstakingly learn budgeting and savings skills, lamenting my financial naivety in earlier years.