Regrets? I have a few, like anyone else. There are things I wish I had done or started sooner in life. The two main ones would be getting tattoos, and writing books.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You might think there’s little equivalence between the two. Surely writing books is more rewarding, right? In a lot of ways it certainly is, and I definitely wish I had started sooner. Who knows where I might be if I’d been able to motivate myself better, and put pen to paper earlier in my life. I did scratch around the edges of the idea, albeit largely via writing awkward Star Trek<\/em> vs Star Wars<\/em> fan fiction, but I didn’t dedicate time to an original project until 2019, at when I was nearly forty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I guess it’s never too late, but if I had started earlier… well, who knows? Then again, torturing myself with what ifs isn’t going to move me forward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I didn’t get my first tattoo until I was 29. I have since gone on to get 11 more. Had I been a bit braver, I might have gotten some sooner. A part of me was worried about the pain factor, which ultimately was me being a wuss, and what I discovered is that whilst tattoos do hurt – it’s a needle jabbing your skin, after all – it’s a weirdly satisfying pain, and it’s even more glorious to see the tattoo take shape. There’s a post-tattoo glow, where you feel very happy. Had I know that in my early 20s, I might have a few more by now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still, again, there isn’t much point in gripping regret tight. I am where I am, in terms of both my book exploits and my tattoos. Life is too short to dwell on what might have been!<\/p>\n\n\n\n