Five Minute Friday - Regret

Linking up with Five Minute Friday -- we are given a writing prompt and told to write for five minutes and then stop! We think link up. Today s prompt is Regret . . and as usual, I'm sure my blog is going in a different direction from everyone else's . . .I'm quirky like that! So setting my timer -- Go!

A Time for Everything

There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—

A time to give birth and a time to die;
         A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.

A time to kill and a time to heal;
         A time to tear down and a time to build up.

A time to weep and a time to laugh;
         A time to mourn and a time to dance.

A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
         A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.

A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
         A time to keep and a time to throw away.

A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
         A time to be silent and a time to speak.

A time to love and a time to hate;
         A time for war and a time for peace.

If you know me, you know I love to laugh. I also love the idea of dancing. I'm not a good dancer (regret #1 perhaps) but even the scripture tells us there is a time to dance and a time to laugh (yes, I know I'm taking the scripture way out of context).

One of my regrets is that I didn't do a Mother/Son dance at our son's wedding. I didn't feel attractive and I hate to make a fool of myself and we would have been the center of attention - all stupid reasons . . .and now I have regret. I can't go back and have a do-over. I let my own selfishness rob me of a special moment.

I didn't even get out on the floor when they were doing the Wobble . . .or whatever it is called.  Why? Why do we not do things when given the opportunity?

In the next two pictures, you can see the joy on my face -- I was dragged onto the dance floor by Jerel. I wasn't thin. We weren't the center of attention . . .well, maybe we were because Jerel draws attention (he is funny!!).

At a wedding this summer (Laura and Will Temple), Mark and I did dance and you can see that I am smiling. I felt good about myself that day. I had on a new dress.  We weren't the center of attention . . .but we did draw attention :-)

Why do I let my own insecurities stop me from doing things that I later regret? Why don't I make a pledge to laugh more and dance more often? Do you allow your own insecurities to cause you to have regrets?