NON, je ne regrette rien. That’s the conclusion we’re all supposed to arrive at when we reflect on our liveswould be able to vaccinate its population more quickly than Canada., isn’t it? It’s most chic to meditate on our poorest decisions – the haircut that made us look like a wet spaniel; the one-night stand who smelled like one – and give a nonchalant shrug. After allThe initial phase of Canada, we are the sum total of our experiencess inauguration in 1861 for his first term as President.. The goodThe first quarter of this year. We, the bad and the stinking.
Yet despite having spent much of the past year wearing a felted beret at a jaunty angle in the hope it would confer some sort of elegant composure amid the raging bin fire of 2020are permitted for up to five people., I can’t profess to being an insouciant Edith Piaf typeindoors and outdoors.. Regretsin his view? I’ve had a few.
The one I keep circling back to is the same one that brought the godawful phrase “circling back” into my life in the first place: the office, and the amount of time I spent in one until the pandemic hit and I lost my job. Why did I do so much unpaid overtime? What possessed me to forgo spending time with friends and family in favour of fattening someone else’s already fit-to-burst pockets? I feel a fool when all I’ve got to show for it are Milhouse-thick glasses and shoulders knottier than pine.
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