Regret is Essentail
I went solo camping at Litchfield National Park a few weeks back. It’s pretty small, as national parks go, so I managed to walk most of the shorter tracks in the two days I was there. One of my favourite spots was the waterfall at the top of the Upper Cascades walk.
On my way back from the top, I encountered an older woman shuffling carefully on the rocks, also heading back. She had a big shoulder bag and a camera bag and looked like she was pretty uncomfortable with the terrain. She commented to me that she didn’t have the best footwear for the slippery rocks and wouldn’t be continuing to the top. “You can’t do everything”, she said.
As I walked on, I admired her humble acceptance of her capabilities. However, my admiration soon turned into disappointment with myself, for not offering to help her. I could have easily fit her two bags into my near empty backpack, and it would have been no problem for me to offer a hand along the slippery bits.
If she’s the kind of person who doesn’t like accepting help, perhaps I would have made her feel uncomfortable. But maybe, if she was anything like me, she would be overjoyed at the kindness of a stranger and a chance new experience. I should have taken the chance. But the silver lining around disappointment and regret is, of course, the lesson. Followed by the inspiration to do better next time. To actively be the best version of yourself, in that moment, when it counts. To show up truthfully, and actually be the amazing human being that you are, instead of the remaining trapped inside the insecurities and judgements within your own skull.
So, I am challenging myself to step outside of my comfort zone. To allow myself the opportunity to fail, or be embarrassed, because all bruises heal and scars make your skin thicker. Hopefully the next time I have the opportunity, I will have upgraded to version 2.0.
“Change begins with me and gets reflected back to you and you and you and you and you. Make the movement move” - Nahko and Medicine for the People.