Regret is not when you could not finish what you started, but regret is when you do not start what you could have finished.
Mom says, “We’re finished here” a lot. Mostly to me. She says it when I tippy-toe along the curb instead of walking in the grass like a normal dog.
She says it when I nap in the gutter.
Or the street.
And sometimes “we’re finished here” when it’s time to make the bed.
To me, things are never really finished. They’re just “done for now.”
Mom’s monthly 12×12 Challenge stories are not really finished either. I mean they have a beginning, middle, and ending, but the month ends and the stories still have a long way to go.
First drafts are like that. They’re just “done for now.”
Part of Mom’s challenge is also to revise a story a month. Revising a manuscript means that after the story has slept in the computer undisturbed for a while, Mom opens it up and says, “Ugh. This stinks.” and “There are some good bones here, but it needs work.” and “Get up, lazy bones.”
So, let’s drink to starting whether you’re ready or not, finishing what you start, and living life with no regrets…
…and plenty of naps and treats and an occasional lick of cake batter.