DO OVERS

It's a rare life that’s empty of regret. Rarer still is the soul who has none. Outside of sociopaths and narcissists, each of us carries some misgivings. The note not sent. The word not spoken. The thank-you never to be heard. Little things for the most part. Things we can amend when our hearts find the time and means. 
 
What we cannot have back is a career; a childhood —either our own or our children’s; a dream unlived; a road not taken; a future squandered. Do overs —a popular and sometimes belittled expression (with reason) — lend themselves to golf or a friendly game of chess.
 
But for things that matter, there are no do overs. Ask yourself if there is something you would like to do over. Then start doing it. A career can end but another can begin. A childhood ends but its shortcomings await what your grown child may set aright. Tell those you love, you love them. Tell those you cherish, that you do. Sometimes the telling and the doing are the same thing. There are no do overs. Only do rights.