Last week I was working out and having one of those days where I just felt on fire. 

All cylinders were clicking and I had energy to spare.

And then one of my all-time favorite running songs came on, “She Sells Sanctuary” by The Cult.

I love, love, love this song for a lot of reasons, but one of them is the strong drum line.

Which led me to wistfully think, “I wish I knew how to play the drums.”

It’s been a passing dream on and off since college, but I’ve occasionally wished to not only know how to play the drums, but also to be a drummer in a band.

Preferably a totally cool, all-girl one.

An unfulfilled dream is totally different from a regret.

An unfulfilled dream is a wistful pondering, and frankly, might be something that could still happen.

A regret is a cringeworthy humiliation that is better suppressed in the past than brought into the now.

Two other unfulfilled dreams:

• Go to surf school. Specifically, this one. I got really close, twice, but it hasn’t worked out yet. But I’ll get there.

• Roller derby. The renaissance of roller derby came just a wee bit late for me. If I was 20, hell yeah! But at 42, I value my dental work too much to seriously take this sport up.

What about you?

P.S. A low-stakes regret, but still a regret: I did not go to New York City until I was 31 years old. I feel like I missed out on many adventures. Sigh.