Mistakes Were Made

Regret Now (Vol III)

Welcome to the next installment of Regret Now, my monthly (or so) check in to admit my errors of the past month, reflect further on the topics of my writing, and invite for you to do the same.

You might remember that the last time I did this, I introduced what I’m calling The Regret Project, an homage to Allan Bridge’s Apology Line, the iconic New York City art project that invited strangers to confess their apologies via a good old-fashioned answering machine. Like Bridge’s undertaking, The Regret Project is a space for candid, anonymous reflection—but instead of apologies, it focuses on something just as raw and revealing: regret.

When I came up with the idea for a monthly installment of Regret Now, I was high in the sky on an airplane to Santa Fe, thinking about the regrets I already had about my writing and feeling the need to get them off my chest. As you know, regret is a regular companion of mine, a hazard for someone who is both impulsive but otherwise conscientious. I saw this …