I’m 55 and life isn’t perfect and yes I’ve a few bad experiences or regrets in life. However instead of calling it disappointments I like to call them bad experiences or regrets. I’ll like to fix them if I’ll have a little more courage.
A few of those regrets are not finishing my last semester of college. It was 1982 and I’ve made the wrong decision to drop my last semester. If I’ve listen to my mom, I would have a degree instead I listen to the wrong person. Who knows where I would be right now.
Another regret I’ve been writing stories since I was 15 when I started to love reading romance novels. I’ve written from short stories, poems, and mystery; however it all ends in a folder. I’m afraid they’re not good enough and for that reason they’re hiding meanwhile I keep writing and filling up the folder.
If I’m going to call disappointment like today’s prompt, then I will be disappointed in myself for not having the courage to finish college or to let others to read my stories.