Lately, I am constantly asking myself-what have I done with my life?The answer- not much. I am embarrassed to say that for most of my life, I have been afraid to take chances, take risks or accept fabulous opportunities which have come my way. Why? Fear of failure? Not wanting to pursue my own dreams at the expense of those I love and care about deeply? Or is it that I don’t feel I deserve to be happy? Probably all the former. Now at 58 with health that fluctuates, I think about the time I have wasted. The places I have never been, experiences I have never had,people I have never met and the home I had always longer for. These were all my choices,made by me and the reasons do not really matter.If I could do it all again, would I do anything differently? Maybe, maybe not. I only hope that when I am gone, someone- anyone will be glad of the impact I made on their life.If that happens, I will rest happily.