Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda. By Charlotte Palmer

I woulda called you, if I’d known you were lonely. I coulda had a V-8 instead of that soda if I had more impulse control. I shoulda gotten up 30 minutes earlier so I could make that 7:30 meeting on time.
There I go “if only-ing” my life away. When I start getting down on my lack of foresight , it can lead into a state of self-despair. Is that the place I want to be? I don’t think so. Can I see the sun coming up tomorrow from there? Who put me there?
“Me”, says a little voice within. “You need more self-discipline!”
“But that takes some motivation,” I reply. *Do you think shaming me has accomplished a turn-around in this seasoned citizen?”
“Well, it should,” declared the indignant little voice.
“Well, it hasn’t!” I insisted.
^So what’s your plan?” queried Little Voice.
“My plan is just to accept the choices I’ve made and see what options I can live with and which are really pinching me like too-tight panty hose. I need a little breathing room so I can relax and smell the roses. Give me some time in repose, and we’ll see how it goes. I’m gonna be good to me then we’ll see how my “woulda, coulda, shoulda’s” change to better choices checked off my “That was easy!” list. Truce?”
“Truce.”