Late last Friday, when I was mired in editing our big weekend stories, I got an email from a colleague about the possibility of seeing an Aurora Borealis. But we have published dozens of stories over the years about possibilities, and they never seem to pan out. So I promptly forgot about it. And after wrapping up the workweek, walking the dog, playing outside with my kids, I crashed into bed at 10 p.m. Right as the show was starting.
I regret limiting my college search to only a couple choices. I regret not traveling to a few friends’ weddings, back when PTO and money was tight, in the prime wedding season of our lives. I regret pricing our first house $10,000 too high, losing out on potential buyers and costing us a whole lot of money.found that people’s biggest regrets involve things they’ve failed to do.
I remember no hubbub about the Northern Lights back then. There were no iPhone cameras to take photos on or social media to share them. So apparently missing them was not a major regret to a 20-something. But I’m 44 now. I tried the rest of last weekend, believe me. I checked the space forecast. I downloaded an app called Aurora Now. I bribed my 11-year-old daughter with a “Gilmore Girls” marathon to stay up and go out with me along Lake Erie, where the parks were packed.