I wish I could count the number of times I'd written a "Draft" blog post and then reviewed it and critiqued it and re-wrote it and finally deleted it.
There have been thousands, maybe even millions, of times in my life when I wanted to say something to someone but didn't. Maybe it was "I'm sorry," or "I love you," or maybe it was "You're a jerk," but I held back, possibly out of respect but more likely out of fear.
How many invitations have I turned down because I might not know anyone else there and might feel awkward and didn't think I had the right outfit to wear?
Do you suffer from Paralysis by Analysis, too? Seems to me that we regret the things we didn't do far more than the things that we actually do.
Even though it's not New Years, I'm making a resolution. You see, I'm about to turn 49. And that's as good a time as any to rethink the habits that held me back and get rid of them. I don't want any regrets. I want to hit the ground running when I turn 50 next year.