I find, as I get older, I tend to look back on life taking inventory of all the things I should have done differently. There is the girl I should have kissed, the test I should have studied just a little harder for and the douche I should have punched in the nose. While none rises to regret they all dwell in that space just before your eyes close for the night; between conscience awareness and the endless possibilities of one’s dreams. This is the place where like an eight year old “Do Overs” are endless.
One of my many “Do Overs” (and they are endless) would be instead of flying airplanes to become a story teller. If you are into stories, check out these two videos.
It's A Plane Life 