One of my essential life principles is never allowing myself to exercise regret. Time and time again, when decisions appear in hindsight to have been poorly thought out, I try to prevent myself from slipping into regret mode.. I am of the opinion that time spent in regret analysing the what-might-have-beens would be better served breaking the problem into smaller bits and devising a means of resolving its constituents.  Recently though, I have allowed  that tightly held principle to slip from my grasp.

A couple of years ago, I took the decision to quit my high paying job at a fortune 500 company and head back to full time studies. At the time, I was up to my ears with the drudgery of doing the same thing for five straight years and I wanted a break. After researching the course options, I settled on an MSc in the UK. Fast forward a few months – with the program nearing its end – I was informed by the folks at HR at my old role would not be made available to me, essentially firing me.

From where I am today, its not looking like the best move – true I have the MSc in hand but in just over a year’s time my current work permit expires – there is no prospect of getting it extended as the sweeping changes made by the Lib-Con coalition mean that my current route will be abolished.. So when I can afford it, I allow myself a modicum of regret… It could have been a whole lot better….