Ok, so...I have my 30th high school class reunion on Saturday. I'm flying to Houston to attend the gathering. Lots of thoughts about this...starting with the fact that several of my classmates lost almost everything when Hurricane Harvey hit. My friends back home have been busy helping those unfortunate families rebuild, so our reunion got put on the back burner. I honestly didn't think it would happen, but about a month ago, I got word that IT WAS ON!
One of the things we'll be doing during the event is remembering those we've lost. Several from the Class Of '87 have passed away, including one of my best friends. She died in a tragic accident in 2016. Jennifer and I were inseperable. Everyone called us "Jenn Squared". We were on Drill Team together. She was one of my bridesmaids. It will be a difficult time when I speak of her as part of our remembrance ceremony.
And then there's this aspect...
High school was tough for many of us...those of us who desperately wanted to "fit in"...to be thought of as "cool". I was semi-popular in school...but not enough to make the cheerleading squad. I was really known as a goody-two-shoes who made good grades and always had an earlier curfew than all my friends. I was kinda a geek, if you will. So, honestly, going back home and seeing all my old friends has me wondering what they will think of me.
I know I shouldn't care about what others think...but I always have and likely always will. It's that part of me that feels the need for acceptance. And being good enough.
Will let ya know how it goes!!!