"I have many regrets, and I'm sure everyone does. the stupid things you do you regret...if you have any sense, and if you don't regret them maybe you're stupid." - Katharine Hepburn."
So where does this epic journey of mine start then? Regrets seem like as good a place as any! Lets see, I am now (fast) approaching forty and it seems that now is the time of life when I face my first great 'reflection on things past'. I'm sure I shall go through all of this again when I reach my next milestone birthday, but then I can take comfort from the fact that I have started clearing my emotional baggage early!
"What do I possible have to regret?" I hear you ask - or is that my conscience? The first things that come to mind are all the things I have done to my body since I became old enough to be independent. If it wasn't for a 'healthy appetite' as a child and adolescent I doubt I would have the painful joints, creaking knees and aching back - not to mention that obscene number referred to as the 'Body Mass Index' that I have now. Still I am who I am and the things in my past are the tools that shaped me - though I really don't like the shape I was given!
So yes, I regret all of the extra eating, the trips to the sweet shop, the cakes and the biscuits, the home baked bread, the sausage rolls and and hearty Sunday Roasts, but in the midst of that regret is the realisation that without all of that home baking I would not have had the special time alone with my grandmother, kneading dough and rolling pastry. I guess you could call it a bitter sweet regret.
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