I arrived in a new city a bit of a mess. There was too much left undone, too few people bid goodbye, a traumatized cat on a plane. I felt a hovering sense of doom, weighed down by something like failure, but it wasn’t quite that.
I remembered reading someone advising not to think about your life too much after dinner. It was well after that.
The dawn came, as always, and with it a fresh sense of perspective, and openness. It felt exciting and just a little dangerous, the way you want any adventure to begin, no matter how small or mundane. Regret is for the night, but try not giving it too much attention then.