Yesterday, in a group therapy session, people talked about regret. I said, “Regret is really present in this room. Should we invite Regret to sit down?” People looked a little less regretful when they invited Regret to sit in a corner. They also asked Regret questions like “Why won’t you go away?” I answered in the voice of Regret: “I won’t go away because I think I help you. What would you do without me?” People said that as the session went on, Regret was still there but was getting smaller.
Near the end of the session, I went over to the chair where Regret was sitting, picked it up by the scruff of the neck, opened the door with my other hand, threw Regret into the hallway, and slammed the door. I asked people how it felt now that Regret was out of the room. “Wonderful,” was one reply.
Later that day, I went to physical therapy for my torn rotator cuff, and Regret visited me there. I got so discouraged about my lack of progress that I focused on my regret for slipping and falling on January 31. Then, I remembered the group, took Regret by the scruff of the neck and threw it out the door.
Here‘s the song I heard yesterday with the lyrics “Forget Regret.”
There’s only us
There’s only this
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today.
Taking photos for this blog helps me forget regret.
Forget regret but don’t forget to comment!
I never forget to send a big thank-you to everyone who helps me create this daily blog, especially YOU.