Time-turner
I deeply regret a decision I made as a fourth-year in college. I made a perfectly rational choice, the right choice in every way except maybe one (and even I admit that's a big maybe), and I'm irrationally upset about it, two and a half years later. Of course I can't go back and all that, but I'm starting to fear that I'm going to feel that regret for the rest of my life. Which would be ... unfortunate.
All this is at the forefront now because I have another major decision to make, essentially by the end of next weekend. And I'm afraid that if I allow myself to be persuaded to do the rational thing, I'll have another major regret to write about cryptically in a few years. Not quite sure how to handle two of those.
Today I spent ten hours standing up and staring at blue backs. And then a patient peed in my face. Joy.