A Letter From Self

Dear Regret You and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. In fact, i am sure that you knew me before i had the words or the language to call you my oldest friend. That is, if you are a friend.And let’s face it, friends to do not let friends down, or leave them alone when they’re needed the most.You are very much a part of me as much as your other friends, like shame, blame, fault and guilt. In fact, I have decided to call you the five fingers because something happens when you get together. Something happens when we interact with blame, shame, fault, guilt and regret all at once. And I call you the five fingers because each of you represent the way our fingers ball into a fist, and this is the fist that we use to beat ourselves up with.Blame, shame, fault, guilt, and regret . . .The five fingers of rejective thinking. My old friend Todd used to tell me, “put the bat down,” when I used beat myself up. And I get that.You know?I really do.I see how you interact with me.…