My ten-year high school reunion has been creeping up on me for, well, ten years. Every May that's passed, I thought, "sheesh! My ten-year reunion is in (insert number) years! God, I'm getting old."
Ahem.
This weekend is sure to bring drunken debauchery at its finest: High School Styles. There are the expected culprits who I am sure will provide endless amounts of crazy antics that will turn into Trinity Reunion Weekend lore. There are those who I am looking forward to seeing...and those whom I am not (she shall remain nameless).
Now that this weekend is finally upon me, I can't help but look back on the last ten years and take stock on all that I have accomplished. In fact, I believe the whole point of celebrating any reunion is to do this, no?
I don't have a house. I'm not married, and haven't been blessed with children. I have never had a job where I made what would be considered an enviable salary. I don't have any savings, or stocks. I don't have a fancy car, nor do I even have my drivers license.
These are the things I can imagine people will be casually talking about over lunch, about what they've GAINED...besides the weight, of course ; )
I won't lie. I won't stretch the truth. I am fully prepared to breakdown the last decade of my life openly and honestly. And it will go something like this:
- I have traveled across the world and back.
- I have been brave enough to live abroad.
- I have made incredible art, in all forms.
- I have made great friends.
- I have lost great friends, both tragically and by choice.
- I have worked hard.
- I have loved hard.
- I have lost hard.
- I have laughed hard.
- I have lived hard, and have the scars to prove it. Visible and invisible.
- I have stayed true to myself, and have no regrets.
And last, and certainly not least, I have known Heather Anders for 10.5 years. One of the greatest friends and loves of my life, who I will cherish until the end of my days.
Yep. I'm pretty proud of my accomplishments.
And I cannot WAIT to brag.
5 comments:
You are truly an amazing person... one of a kind. I would be honoured to still be in your stories ten years from now.
oh dude. thank you. ditto.
xxH
ps. im so effing jealous. dear god I should have gotten my shit together and come. damn cute little boys.
brag away.
you are gorgeous.
x
GO BUFFY!!!!!!!!!!! Totally with ya sister. Also it works brilliantly if you just slam down as many glasses of white wine as possible in the first hour (I tried for the first 8 hours and it worked pretty well). Then- I actually couldn't tell people what I have and haven't been doing and I will forever remain the mysterious one... or the drunk most realistically... te he he
Ya ya ya!!!
OK, so I didn't realize you had started posting again. So i'm only catching up now.
Man do I need to get on the ball as well...
Always never remember Buff. Always.
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