Regret

I thought I understood regret. But until this day that was not true. Here I am sitting in my office as two o'clock rolls around and my stomach is grumbling. I have had many regrets in my life but today I understand the meaning better than ever. Pulling up google search I look for the proper definition of regret and it reads: feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that has happened or been done, especially a loss or missed opportunity). That sounds about right. Feeling sad, well yes but also feeling like an idiot less sad and more stupid.  Feeling repentant eh not so much. Disappointed, hmm I'm not even sure that begins to cover it. My train of thoughts is lost as the wafting smell of someones late lunch travels into my small office. My stomach rumbles again in rebellion. Yet I continue on with my work. Regret such a strong word, for a missed opportunity. Yet I do regret at two p.m. that I had not had breakfast this day. I have had many regrets in my life but if truth is to be told not a single one has held on and reminded me so painfully so as this one mistake. I wish it would give me a break. Yet at the hours tick on slowly till four I sit here and wonder as my stomach rumbles and roars.