If I could turn back time…
… well, to be frank, I could have done without the clinical depression. That’s a bitch.
… the times my immaturity and clumsiness have hurt people.
… the times when people told me I had hurt them. But I hadn’t. They had hurt themselves. They just wanted me to feel guilty.
… my stupid adolescence.
… wasting whatever talents I have.
… imitating the goat and not the tiger.
… losing faith.
.. not being honest about being ill in my interview for Oxford University.
… not being in a certain place at a certain time to know a certain person before I knew I should turn back time and be there.
… being too proud to let Jesus in.
… not learning the saxophone.
… not coming across ‘Om Namaha Shiva‘ when I was 15.
… my father’s death with no time to say goodbye and thank you and I love you.
But, in the absence of a Tardis, you learn, you ‘get by’ and try to redeem yourself and forgive yourself and trust in your deepest depths that God is a God of Love and, as Dame Julian of Norwich said, ” All will be well and all will be well and all manner of things will be well in the end.”