At 5 1/2 feet, “If only I was taller!” could be a frequent lament for me. But since it’s something I can’t change, I can get around this limitation by grabbing a nearby stool or chair.
Bemoaning, griping, and complaining won’t add a single inch to my stature.
Not to mention any joy to my life.
I also used to whine, “If only I was thinner!” Of course, this was something I could change so … I lost weight.
“If only my mom hadn’t died when I was a teen.”
No fixing that one.
There are three ways to handle an If Only:
1. Find a workaround (the handy stool)
2. Solve it (walk more, eat less)
3. Let. It. Go. (grieve and move on)
Left unattended, any and all If Onlys waste time, talent, and energy.
Yet, they’re so common. Here are 17 If Onlys: