coulda, woulda, shoulda..

So many roads, so many detours. So many choices, so many mistakes. As we drive along the road called life, occassionaly a girl will be a little lost. When that happens, she has to let go of the "coulda, woulda, shoulda"...and just keep going. As we speed along to the destination called "who we hope to be" , i can;t help but whine: are we there yet?