This morning I woke up next to the love of my life, kissed him goodbye, and left his apartment in a city that I love to a job I not only tolerate, but one that makes me look forward to Mondays. Life is good. So, why have I chosen now to talk about regret? Nobody wants to talk about regret. There are few things more unsettling than recognizing mistakes you’ve made in the past, but having no power whatsoever to fix them. And no, mom, I’m not talking about my tattoos. Just a few short years ...