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Those who have read my more gritty posts will know that my dysfunctional childhood led to a very self-destructive young adulthood. I had an insatiable love of booze and partying and would spend the entire 48 hours of a weekend completely obliterated with anyone else that had the stamina to keep up. I stomped on hearts and got my own stomped on. I had highs and lows and mostly held it together by the skin of my teeth. I fell to pieces and had not one but two breakdowns. I cut ties with my entire family. I very nearly lost my husband through my own stupidity.
The thing is though, I don’t view my earlier life as one that was full of mistakes. Quite the opposite. I prefer to view it the way Beth Orton describes in her song the Sweetest Decline. Regrets are just lessons we haven’t learnt yet. Provided we put this knowledge to good use for next time and truly learn from our mistakes then how on earth can we view them as such?
How about you? Do you learn from your mistakes or are you always glancing back and wishing things were different?