There are things I’ve done wrong. Bad decisions that I’ve made. Things that I would do differently if I had an opportunity to go back and do them again.

In the end though, I’ve come to realize that the only way I’ve ended up where I am now is by going through everything that I went through in the exact way that it happened. Had one variable been different, my life would look different.

And the truth is, I don’t want my life to look different. Despite the bumps and bruises, the ups and downs, and the fleeting moments of freak out about surviving on my own, I feel content.

The only path was the one I took and that makes it pretty difficult to have any regrets.