I miss the old me sometimes even though new me is better
Before kids I was spontaneous, had money, could sleep till noon on weekends, went out whenever I wanted. Now I'm a planner and a worrier. My identity went from being a person to being defined by being a dad. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't change it. My kids are amazing. But there are days I feel a little ghost of that freedom and I wonder who I would have become if I didn't have them. Weird thing to admit but I think about it.
Sleep till noon though. I dream about that still. But then my kids wake up excited and want to show me something and I realize I wouldn't trade this for anything.
The old you was having fun but the new you is building something that actually matters. Missing it doesn't mean you made the wrong choice.