You know how I know that my wounds are starting to heal? It's when gratitude starts to creep in and live along side my feelings of regret. Kind of like "gratitets", a good mixture of gratitude and regrets. Let's be honest, I've made some pretty sketchy choices in the last few years, and I've allowed some horrible things to happen. And before you chime in with a reflexive, "but you didn't know" or "but you did the best you could", let me stop you. Because I did make some bad choices. Truth. And it's okay. And I have regrets, but if it makes it more comfortable to digest, let's agree to call them lessons - or "gratitets" I've looked at those choices and regretted so many of them. Full on ""I wish I could take it all back" and "I wish I had never". But, then the sun comes out and I can start to see them in a new light. Do I still have regrets? Absolutely. One hundred and ten pe