Reading a piece like Regrets Nothing is no easy feat. It covers life experiences, some that still sting, but not one of them regretted.
I told the story that when I was at Parley, I finished, walked off the stage and back to where Lily was sitting. She leans over smirking, wiping sweat from her brow, and quips, "Do you wanna know what I regret? I regret coming here on the this hot day!"
This child. She is ridiculously amazing. I love her spunky nature and her silliness. She was right. The day was so hot, we were both overdressed and needed the breeze to pick up. We both enjoyed our time together that day, but the heat was so unnecessary.
Rather than reading through the poem Regrets Nothing again last night, I talked about how sometimes when I write something, I believe it is true. At least when I write it. I then explained that when I write, sometimes the words I commit to paper then make a liar out of me. I had this happen when I wrote the piece ALLTHERAGE. I discovered that there were thoughts, feelings, and emotions that I had been holding on to and hadn't processed. I hadn't experienced them fully. More so just bottled them up and stifled them. Holding on to the rage was something I regretted.
I spoke of how I discovered that it wasn't just rage that I was holding onto, but it was also, fear, jealousy and actual regret.
I then shared the following piece.