Returning to a point in the past is a fool's quest, to be sure. When I think longingly of my 20's, I force myself to remember the whole picture: the poverty, the hangovers, the anger and frustration. My 20's were about trying to have a bigger time than the night before, and I have very little to show for it but memories. Many good. But dim and growing dimmer.
But there also are opportunities to try again. Things I tried: music, Japanese, writing, sports. Things I didn't have the confidence to to as well as I wanted to. Lack of time prevents some. Oddly, fear slows me still. The difference is now I know the fear and can own up to it.
Next right action. I'm not in charge.