I ‘m suspicious of people who say they wouldn’t change a thing if they had the chance to do their lives over again. They strike me as a bit smug. Or shallow. Or just dishonest.

I’m the opposite extreme—and that’s not healthy either. I tend to berate myself for the stupid things I’ve done in my life—and all the clever things I failed to do. There’s not much point in replaying those mistakes—unless you can learn something from it.