tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142842249705239297.post283684183341398559..comments2023-01-23T03:30:08.564-05:00Comments on Craft Battles: . . . In Twenty Years?Nicole Nasvytishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02061273098371831790noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142842249705239297.post-39636559197266911702012-11-16T23:26:52.932-05:002012-11-16T23:26:52.932-05:00Hogwash!
I know I will remember incidents that w...Hogwash! <br /><br />I know I will remember incidents that were not consequential, but I hope that after twenty years I will finally be able to come to terms with the fact that I am not a witty person. That or I'll spend all my time thinking, "Ooooh I should have said <i>that!</i>Nicole Nasvytishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02061273098371831790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142842249705239297.post-54450061345224765552012-11-15T22:16:51.421-05:002012-11-15T22:16:51.421-05:00Well,not wanting to burst your balloon, but I have...Well,not wanting to burst your balloon, but I have to say, being 20 years older, that you do indeed think about specific instances of personal interaction from back then... some of them pretty insignificant, but for some reason your neurons fire, and boom you remember it for no real good reason. I've found that if I live my life without out regrets, and make the best decisions with the information I have at hand that I can stem the tide of self recrimination. Then when things flashback on you they end up being pleasant, rather than so embarrassing your stomach turns in knots even 20 years later... oh! here comes one now... no wait, best decision possible with info on hand...ah... that's pleasant...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02629927841085460793noreply@blogger.com