"Bad Decisions Make Good Stories"

Something my neice brought up New Year's Day--and something about it I really relate to. Possibly because I have a long history of bad decisions and even though I may not use my exact personal stories, I often use my moments of realization (usually in retrospect), in which I have majorly screwed up to help develop my characters as they go through their own moments of self awareness. As far as I am in life at this point, I would think (have hoped) that bad decisions were a thing of the past. Or at least not at as constant and continual. And I still make bad decisions, but that often have way less impact on my life. ( Damn, chicken breasts were on sale just two blocks away! Changing my staus on Facebook to "widowed" when I am sick of my spouse.) And outside of that, my bad decisions now are also much different. They are often internal, affecting no one but myself. From the outside world, I (would like to think) appear like I have myself somewhat together, yet internally there is generally always something going on. Wars, small battles, discoveries and struggles with truth. Usually with a light of knowledge at the end of a tunnel, a moment of reckoning of what it all means and then I put it to rest. I look around and realize, I am normal, my bad decisions in my mohawk days are something dead in me, but thank God I can remember it enough to channel those emotions of anger and upheaval, I need it all for my writing. Yet I couldn't be that person again if I tried. And from all of this, I gather I am where I am supposed to be, for now, on my journey.