Regret me not….

That was stupid, I thought to myself. I had just left another unanswered voicemail for my ex, my voice colored with a mix of actual happiness, deep sympathy and a nice thick layer of regret the entire call.

Why had I done that? I thought to myself.

Why keep putting myself out into the abyss of core-cutting silence?

I started into the normal spiral that proceeded me after contacting him, the fun swirl of shame, sadness and most of all regret. Heartbreak had begun to heal but a serious ghosting had left me hollow.

Somewhere near the bottom of the drain, I stopped myself.

Did I really regret it? I’ve always been a cheerleader for putting yourself out there, no matter what the risk is. So why was I punishing myself for following my own advice?

Ah, because of his response to my bravery. Some say bravery, some say foolishness but I believe boldness will always been seen both ways depending on the eyes it’s seen through.

I was allowing his response to twist my core beliefs, make myself begin to regret one of the things I love most about myself. My ability to express myself, mostly my love, freely with no worry of the outcome.

I realized right then and there that I would no longer allow someone else’s response to my actions, force me into the fabricated feeling of regret. It wasn’t inside me to start with, it was planted after all these years of uneasy responses to my shout-it-from-the-rooftops way of loving.

I sat down after the hurricane had passed and the sun was beginning to peek through my judgement clouds and filmed a video for my channel, going in depth about how regret has become the social norm for boldness.

My hope is to help, even just one person, feel fulfilled when they are bold & brave, rather than feel enveloped in regret.

Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_n1VBkOHvrE&t=12s

and start living a life full of bravery.