How do you deal with regret?
April 16, 2018

I’m sitting in the parking lot at the middle school, waiting for Katie. It’s been another late night of rehearsal for the fall musical, I have a book to finish, and we’re all getting sick. I can’t resist asking Kate why she’s always, always the last to appear. The other parents left with the rest of the stragglers twenty minutes before.

Why?

I don’t remember what she said then, but I’ll never forget what she told me the next morning. Which was how good it had felt to field a different question from the director: “How did I know it would be you?” She’d found Katie alone in the changing room, on her hands and knees, getting safety pins and whatever else off the floor -- “so nobody got yelled at.”

The director told her to go home and get some sleep.

Me? I’ve lost a fair amount of sleep over my little performance. Good thing! Because in all the time I’ve known Kate, this was the last time I made an assumption that wasn’t in her favor. You can ask.

Mistakes can make you a better person if you aren’t afraid to mark those lessons.