The desire lingers, but is probably not great enough for it to consume me with regret - maybe just disappointment at not having learnt my lesson for the 1842974th time.
If only I did this; said that; held back. Where would it have taken me otherwise?
Perhaps I believe too strongly in the vast effect of these little changes, but it almost feels like cheating to simply accept that this is as good as it gets.
Mental soundtrack: Snow Patrol - Grazed Knees