Regrets and acceptance

I regret:

Not keeping one of the two houses we bought (and sold).
Not buying that Noe Valley flat (it was around $300k at the time).
Not standing up for myself when I had the chance. Every time.
Selling our deep, comfy, custom-made, down-filled Crate & Barrel couches once we had a baby because we thought we wouldn't be able to keep them nice. I hate the couches we have now.
Not asking for advice when I needed it.
Not being able to maintain a yoga practice that I was once so dedicated to. It's been six years that I've regularly practiced yoga. I used to go three times a week. Imagine that.
Having these regrets.

I accept:

That there is a reason for everything.
That the Portland is just too cold and rainy in the winter and that I am a sun person.
That I have a nomadic soul and what's right for others isn't right for me.
That sometimes not hurting someone's feelings is more important than being right.
That it's okay to ask.
That certain things take time.
That though I am creaky, I haven't lost my freakish flexibility.
That the leather sofas are easier to clean and that no, we wouldn't have been able to keep the good furniture nice.
That trying to live life with no regrets is sometimes hard.