Draining the swamp
For the longest time, I felt like I was a sailboat on a sea of regret. I daren't make waves for fear that I would be overcome.
It became so bad that I would physically seize up when a regret hit me. My brother thought I had Tourettes.
For the last year, I've been letting go of my regrets, one by one. Remembering each situation and making a conscious decision to release it. It worked surprisingly well.
My sea of regret has become a paddling pool.
But now that the sea has gone, I can now see what's at the bottom. It's a load of mucky boots. All the issues that were hidden by my all encompassing regret.
I don't know whether I'm meant to throw away the boots or to clean them up and wear them now and then.