I spent years studying the art of photography, saving up for that dream shoot in Tuscany, but it turns out I'm actually just good at taking pictures of my cat's butt.
I mean, who needs a fancy camera when you've got a phone and a cat with a penchant for showing off?
I've got a whole album full of photos of my cat's behind, but I'll never share them with anyone. That's just the kind of regret I'm talking about.
But hey, at least I have a good story to tell, and that's what matters, right?
Next Up: When I Thought I Could Be a Professional Chef Also: When I Thought I Could Be a Professional Therapist, But Actually Just Listened to "They Should Be" on Repeat for Hours And: When I Thought I Could Be a Professional Soccer Player, But Turned Out to Be a Professional Foam RollerThat's just a small sampling of the kind of "what ifs" that haunt me still.