The older I get, the more I have an appreciation for the bad choices my parents made. I am not glad they made them, and I certainly would prefer if the ones that affected me negatively had not happened, but I appreciate the fact that we don’t always know our bad choices are bad choices until after we make them. I understand why age can often be associated with wisdom. Simply existing year after year on this revolving ball in space tends to make one wiser by default. Experience equals wisdom for many. I’d like to think it does for me, at least.