Wishing I Were There

I'm not the type who has regrets. It's just not my style.

I've always been pretty confident in my life's choices and I'm not one to look back and think, "I wish I would have done such and such..." If something goes wrong or doesn't work out the way I plan, I just try to deal with it. Little is gained by regrets.

(And, I've been very blessed so, l'maisah, I have very little to regret (other than the fact that I didn't get the first pick in the FFL draft this year)).

But in reading the posts about the most recent Nefesh b'Nefesh flight by all the bloggers who were on that flight and who will be attending tomorrow's conference, I have to admit that I feel a little regret. On two fronts.

Had this conference happened back in the day, when I was a more serious, consistent and popular blogger (and when there were so many fewer of us), it is much more likely that I would have been invited to participate. Since I rarely post anymore and almost never on topics of substance and since I am no longer relevant, I never expected to be asked. I'm a relic with a base that is 20% of what it once was. But it would have been so exciting to be on the flight with a chance to write about some of the amazing families.

But even more so, every time a Nefesh b'Nefesh flight leaves without the MoC family on it as passengers, I feel a bit of regret. Things are pretty complicated now but, as Reb Shlomo used to say, "One day, one day, one day...".