If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

What I would do differently? When I went through school, I was in a hurry. I was an economics major as an undergraduate, and I was a finance major in graduate school. I was in a hurry to succeed when I got out in the business world. I’m sorry I didn’t take more courses in the humanities and in history and in the arts.

My inability to have romantic relationships.

To be taller. I’ve been looking up at certain people all my life. If I was taller, I could look down and see them a lot better.

My weight, but I’m working on it. I will return!

if your proposed marriage contract has forty-seven pages, my suggestion is you not enter.

My inability to have a long-term intimate relationship.

First of all, I’d like to stop complaining—I’m beginning to annoy myself. I would like to learn to read faster, however. Again, the rest I’ve learned to live with.

I deeply regret not having learned a musical instrument. And I regret not having focused more on Spanish when I was studying it in school. I would love to be able to speak Spanish fluently and play an instrument.

I would be a better correspondent. I’m hopeless by e-mail, by phone, by text.

I wish I were braver, although I try. I work too hard and don’t play enough. Too much work ethic, not enough “fun.”

To be more outgoing. I love being home, but sometimes I feel guilty that I like it too much.

Convince myself that walking two miles a day isn’t boring.

I would like to be more accepting of the faults of others.

I am the way I am, and I can’t change that. Why even think about it?

I would like to be less impulsive.

I would talk slower. When I hear myself interviewed sometimes it sounds like I’m running an auction.

My laziness. Not in work-related matters, but social laziness. Thank-you letters, organization, that sort of thing.

I would laugh more. I don’t laugh enough.

I’d be more patient, which I didn’t consider a virtue until right this moment.

My inability to keep track of personal possessions.