New Year...New Me...

I don't have many regrets in my life but I do have a few.  Prom date, junior year.  I asked a boy a year younger than me.  I didn't really know him, I just didn't want to not go to my junior prom.  At the time the big story of the night was that he had not brought enough money to pay for dinner.  It was a horrible evening of misunderstanding and not in the slightest bit magical. 


Now. I will say that my now husband took that information and made my senior year prom so magical.  He and I had been friends the year before and he had overheard me complaining to the girls in our group.  He remembered everything I had said and "fixed" it to be just as I had wanted.  Major points for my husband so it all worked out in the end. 


I now have a teenage son.  If he were to be invited to prom for a year that he was not old enough to go to I have to wonder, did my date from so many years ago think with me inviting him it meant that I would pay?  I would plan?  Good grief what a huge jerk I must have seemed to be.  I have no connection to that person anymore, it isn't an issue but it has caused me to always look at things from every angle. 


Other Erika regrets involve telling a couple that I had heard the hospital they were about to give birth to their baby in was ranked very low and had actually lost a few babies in the short time that they had been open.  It was true, but why on earth did I feel it necessary to tell them that? 


I did not try out for musical theatre in my high school because the choral director was creepy and I had heard a rumor that he was weird with the girls.  Again, rumor...hear say and I missed out on my absolute favorite thing in the world to do!


I did not do chorus in high school because I didn't know how to read music and I was afraid it would make me look dumb.  I love to sing!  I could have learned how to read music, but I chickened out. 


I will not bore you with the mistakes that I have made or the regrets that I have, they are what makes me me.  I will just say to anyone who is going off of a memory of something stupid I have done, or your opinion of me is based on something from the past.  Let's have lunch.  If you still don't like me, cool.  I don't assume myself to be a flavor enjoyed by the masses.  I am not a chocolate, vanilla or strawberry.  I am a chocolate peanut butter buckeye and proud of it!