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Believing the Journey is the Destination | Sober and Unashamed
I wouldn’t wish alcoholism on anyone. But…but…if I had it all to do over again, I don’t think I’d change a thing.
Do you remember the Kiefer Sutherland advertising campaign for Jose Cuervo? One of the taglines was, “Just don’t have any regrets.” That’s more than a little ambitious for a pusher of tequila, don’t you think? I have always assumed tequila was the Spanish word for regret. Has anyone ever started a night with, “lick it, slam it, suck its,” that didn’t end in regret? My life is chalked full of regrets, and more than a few of them can be directly attributed to Jose Cuervo.
After those TV commercials, I blame all of my regrets on Kiefer Sutherland. It’s his penance for speaking into existence one of the monumentally stupid mottos in big-beverage advertising history.
I have sober regrets, too — things I said, decisions I made, times I ignored my instincts and pushed forward to my considerable detriment. I guess the benefit to piling up as many regrets as I have is that making mistakes doesn’t scare me anymore. My opinion of myself is not so glorified that I’m afraid to be wrong.
