I simply find it ridiculous that we’re just about a month out from this year ending. If you recall any of my previous year end reviews, they can be a bit negative. For better or worse, I can be a critic and think about how much more I could have done, how much further in my life I should be.

I also am constantly plagued with envisioning the what if’s and the paths I didn’t take. The first paper I wrote in college was about Robert Frost and how I think The Road Not Taken is actually a poem full of regret over what he didn’t do, rather than the uplifting Americana poem everyone thinks it is.