Funnily enough, I wrote a whole essay on this, which has since been eaten by the interwebs, however, I don’t think I’ve changed my mind. Before I give my answer, I think it’s important to note that the thought of ‘my biggest regret’ is fully what prompted me to self publish my books. I thought if something happened to me, I would always wonder, ‘I had the ability to publish – why didn’t I?’ (It’s what drives me to always send my unpublished novels to my sister before I fly somewhere – I’m superstitious like that).
outside of not kissing a few boys I really should have, my biggest regret is not spending at least one summer with Drum Corps International. I think back to two of my summers in college and realize I made a huge mistake by at least not auditioning for Spirit of Atlanta or Carolina Crown. Honestly, if I had a karmic remote control, I would go back and march at least one summer.