My adventurous self made an appearance late in life. Can a person feel nostalgia rather than regret for roads not taken? A bittersweet longing for situations in my past puts me back at crossroads—some where I paused and considered, and others that I sped through without seeing. I’m not sorry for the choices I made; I just wish I had made more of them.

Is there value in these ruminations? Adventures in Second Guessing