7th Inning Stretch: Living in spite of our regrets

by Katrina Palazuelos Rico sports editor

Nowadays everyone seems to have #noregrets. My friends and I love to poke fun at this hashtag. Really, no regrets, not ever?


I wish I had no regrets in life, but I do. How often do I carry my loads, my worries, my regrets into the next day? There is always something I could have done differently, a kinder way I could have answered that person, more to-dos I needed to complete. It seems that when I’m not worrying, I worry about my lack of worrying because certainly there’s something I’m supposed to be worrying about.

I can remember a time when I didn’t carry around so many concerns and regrets — when I had more faith, it seems. The closer I get to graduation (I just registered for my last semester!), the more I feel utterly unprepared for life, a career, or anything, really. At other major stages in my life there was always a definite next step. After elementary school came middle school, followed by high school and then of course college. But now? The future is an ever-growing question mark, and it becomes easier and easier to second guess decisions. Living in the future becomes too scary these days because it is such a haze of unknown, I’d rather just deal with it when the time comes.

What’s often easier to do, however, is to live in the past, to question my past decisions. My time at Moody has certainly not been an easy road, and there were times, many times, when I wondered if coming here was even the right decision. With that doubt often came guilt. Yet God has shown me that guilt is not from Him. He has scattered our sins as far as the east is from the west. But there are times I can’t help but think of my friend Ryan, who was killed in a car crash a year and a half ago. I think of the times I couldn’t hang out with him or my lack of communication in the months leading up to his death. In those moments, I feel like the worst friend ever. For a long time, my regret became guilt, and that guilt became fear.

I was afraid to answer my phone, especially if it was someone from back home. I was waiting for bad news, another death. It was no way to live. God showed me in that time that what I was to take away from this experience was not guilt and shame, but rather renewal through what I learned. I learned that life is fragile, never guaranteed, never even a right. Telling your family and friends that you love them and maximizing your time with them is not only important, but paramount. You never know when a conversation will be your last. It’s easy for these things to be motivated by fear, but I have been able to transform that into being motivated by love and appreciation. God opened my eyes to this truth by His great mercy.

It’s impossible to live without regrets, but it is possible to live in spite of them.

The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23.


This piece is considered a “standard” column in our print edition.
7th Inning Stretch: taking a breather from the craziness of college life
by Katrina Palazuelos Rico, sports editor

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