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For the sake of blogging and self-exploration and contemplation, I’ve been slowly making my way through answering questions from this list
Today’s Question : If you could live one day of your life over again, what day would you choose?
This is a very tough question because if I think back to any individual days that have played a major part in defining my present life, they were days in which I had no control over.
I’m also hesitant because this question doesn’t specify whether we would go back and live one particular day over as-is, or if we would have a chance to relive one day with the knowledge that we have now so that we could make different choices or handle something differently. Those details obviously make a large amount of difference in possible answers.
If it’s just pick a random day to relive, I would go back to the summer after my sophomore year in High School when I was living with a particular family up in Northern Minnesota and spending every single day at the stables. We taught lessons, took out trail rides, and spent most of the day with our horses having fun. We rode through the Dairy Queen Drive-through, we had made campfires, and it was just goofy small-town fun, but for just a handful of weeks, I was the happiest I had ever been, and ever would be. I’d definitely relive one of those days over again just to feel that content once more.
If it’s going back and reliving a day with the intent of changing something, I suppose I would go back to being nineteen and finding out my roommate and supposed friend a) stole my checkbook and overdrew my account -$800.00, then b) didn’t pay her portion of our rent and didn’t tell me until the landlord contacted us and threatened to evict us if the balance wasn’t paid ASAP.
I walked away from all of that and didn’t even call the police because said “friend” begged me not to and swore she’d pay me back. (I’m in my thirties, have never heard from her since, haven’t seen a dime of the hundreds of dollars she stole from me.) I feel like that was the start of, in my adult life, a pattern of people constantly taking advantage of me, and me allowing them to do so in multiple ways. If I would have stood up for myself and stood my ground that first time I got screwed over by someone I thought I could trust in my adult life, maybe I wouldn’t have been an easy target for so many other people to use and abuse until I finally learned how to say Enough is Enough.
But alas, Groundhogs Day isn’t an actual thing, and we don’t get “do-overs” in life. All we can do is deal with what is and try to learn from our mistakes so our futures can be better than our pasts.