I've regretted many things in 2014. I've been rash and careless with my own heart, distracted and jumbled in my thinking and expression. I was a "first time toll violator" on the Golden Gate Bridge, and, on two separate occasions, ran red lights in empty neighborhoods, all by mistake. I was evading justice so much so that I've felt the cool breath of guilt wrap itself around me. During the stark nights in the Outer Sunset, the baboons at the zoo howled and I considered turning myself in. And yet, I didn't because of my ignorance and thinking I was exceptional.
It was a year where I learned consequences come in different forms. And reconciliations of the past are things to be proud of.