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Leaving the City of Regret

I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and

yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was

going to be unpleasant, and I knew in advance that no real good

would come of it. I'm talking about my annual "Guilt Trip."

I got tickets to fly there on Wish I Had airlines.

It was an extremely short flight.

I got my baggage, which I could not check. I chose to carry it

myself all the way. It was weighted down with a thousand

memories of what might have been.

No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City

International Airport. I say international because people from

all over the world come to this dismal town.

As I checked into the Last Resort Hotel, I noticed that they

would be hosting the year's most important event, the Annual

Pity Party. I wasn't going to miss that great social occasion.

Many of the town's leading citizens would be there.

First, there would be the Done family, you know,

Should Have,

Would Have

and Could Have.

Then came the I Had family.

You probably know ol' Wish and his clan.

Of course, the Opportunities would be present, Missed and Lost.

The biggest family would be the Yesterday's. There are far too

many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story

to share.

Then Shattered Dreams would surely make an appearance. And It's

Their Fault would regale us with stories (excuses) about how

things had failed in his life, and each story would be loudly

applauded by Don't Blame Me and I Couldn't Help It.

Well, to make a long story short, I went to this depressing

party knowing that there would be no real benefit in doing so.

And, as usual, I became very depressed.

But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought

back from the past, it occurred to me that all of this trip and

subsequent "pity party" could be cancelled by ME!

I started to truly realize that I did not have to be there.

I didn't have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my



I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as

encouraging. Knowing this, I left the City of Regret

immediately and left no forwarding address.

Am I sorry for mistakes I've made in the past? YES!

But there is no physical way to undo them.

So, if you're planning a trip back to the City of Regret, please

cancel all your reservations now.

Instead, take a trip to a place called, Starting Again. I liked

it so much that I have now taken up permanent residence there.

My neighbors, the I Forgive Myselfs and the New Starts are so

very helpful. By the way, you don't have to carry around heavy

baggage because the load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival.

God bless you in finding this great town. If you can find it,

it's in your own heart.

Please look me up. I live on I Can Do It street.

By Unknown