I just finished this book by Nicole R. Dickson and really enjoyed it. It's about an American woman, a single mother, going to an island off the coast of Ireland to research the sweaters knitted there. Knitting stitches and their meanings are woven in but mainly the story is about her and her young daughter. They drifted from place to place because she blames herself for the death of her daughter's father and she wants a home. Of course, the book ends with the usual acceptance, redemption, and all that.
But an observation came from one of the characters, an old fisherman, toward the end of the story when the heroine was weeping over what she hadn't done. "You're hangin' onto the wrong moment."
He meant she should be remembering what she had done rather than dwelling on what she hadn't. Sometimes our choices mean something bad happens before something good comes from it. (A banal example is passing up the Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie to keep the waistline small; we don't get to taste the pie but we're happy with our waists.)
So we need to remember the good things we've done and forget the bad.
Good advice. Really good book!