Sometimes in review I wonder whether I make the right decisions.
Generally, I don’t believe that regretting things is a useful thing to do, so reviewing, looking back, engaging in hindsight is for gain only.
But sometimes I look back and wonder whether a specific decision was right in the first place.
And I start to question it in my head. This often leads to second guessing and “well, I wish I would haves.”
If I’m objective about it, I should realize the non-rational side is running away with me.
But in the middle of the emotion, that just doesn’t happen.
So I write about things as I go through them, so I can look back during these less than objective times and have an anchor to hold to.
Usually there are some facts that my fanciful memories have neglected to include when second guessing.
And sometimes I don’t actually have to remember what I specifically wrote. Sometimes it is enough to know I wrote something.