Next month is my 20th high school reunion. What am I struggling with?
I. CAN’T. BE. THIS. OLD!
There are so many things that are running through my mind about all of this. I go back and forth about attending, but in the end my practical side wins out. For what I would spend going to the reunion, I could buy like 10 gallons of paint, a bunch of thrifty treasures, and a bag or three of dog food.
I really had little in common with the girls that I went to school with when we were going to school. (I went to an all girls school) I have nothing in common with them now. Trust me, via facebook, I have tried to find a common ground and found nada.
Am I dying to see what the pretty girls look like now? You bet. Do I want to see which people fulfilled the “Most Likely To….”? Sure. Do I want to face the smog, traffic and general crowdedness of Southern California and put Murphy Grace in boarding for the second time in October to answer those questions? A resounding NO!
I love my life and I am proud of it, but I have moved on from high school. One of the great gifts of getting older is becoming comfortable in your own skin. I am eccentric, funny, creative, have chosen the road less traveled and you know what? I still look pretty darn good!
You are getting very sleepy…very sleepy. Now repeat after me, “Gwen is not 37, she is really 28 and looks 25.”
P.S. I have had a really great week and I hope that you will stick around to see why!