I have very few regrets.
This, however, does not stop me from wondering what would have happened if I had taken the other path when offered to me.
Like when I was in Naples - I took a day trip to the aisle of Capri rather than go and visit Pompeii. I could do one trip or the other - not both. I still have not been back to Italy to go and see this ancient, frozen town at the bottom of Mt Etna - it's on my "One Day" list. Along with the catacombs of Paris and Rome, a decent look around the Vatican, a visit to Milan, Positano and the Cinque Terra and various other places that I missed because on the day I went one way and not the other.
When I took the job here are Sparks and Ladders, I was also offered a second interview at White Elephant Telecommunications. I turned down the second interview - but I ponder what it would have been like working at Sparks and Ladders, other than I would get hugged by engineers on a nearly daily basis. Okay, I'm contracting here at the moment - but what if I took the other job - a full time job - how would I be feeling? What would I be doing, other than getting hugged by a lot of telecommunications engineers.
There are some decisions I never questions - like making a move to change careers in the early 2003s, or moving to a Greek Island for a few months - that was pretty cool. The decision to stay in England illegally rather than going back to Australia never gets questions - although my superannuation accounts would be looking healthier if I had come back.
But what is the point of asking, "What if?"
It just gets you thinking and extrapolating and wondering if you made the correct choice at the time.
I'm being challenged by a "what if" at the moment? It's been plaguing my thoughts for most of the weekend.
Unfortunately, when it comes to matters of the heart, the what ifs aren't as cut and dried as wondering if you're going to see Pompeii or what your job might be like.