It can’t be ignored. Like the clacking of rat toenails on wet pavement
or a ghost’s breath upon your neck, Submitter’s Regret is a dastardly thing
that can drive you insane if you let it.
There are always things that you’d wished you’d done better. Or
different. Or not done at all. Or not done as much.
Acknowledge these “should haves” only briefly, then dump all on the
backburner and look quickly away.
There is nothing to be done about them now. Later, perhaps, they will
teach. But at the moment they
can only torture.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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