Zack, sometimes I look back and shudder.
We've all done things that, with hindsight, we might have done better. We're not perfect and we have to accept that, at times, we made mistakes. But all those mistakes were a part of what we later became.
In a sense, I suppose we're a bit like roses that develop from a bud, and bloom, and have beautiful colours, and get aphids, and a bit of wilt around the edges, until we fulfill our destiny and become *sigh* dead heads.