At first I couldn’t think of anything for this topic, because I usually feel like I haven’t “done” much in my life. I was going to say “doing a butterfly release at our wedding,” not because the butterflies were bad but just not as awesome as I had imagined and we could have done something else with that money. But then I started to think of things I’ve said and suddenly I find myself with a wealth of regrets.

Once, years ago, I said something about my brother – not to him, to someone else. I at least knew this was not the sort of thing you say to someone. This something worked its way around to him, though, and I could see in his face that he was deeply wounded.

Sometimes – often, actually – I wonder if it still hurts.