I attended my 20 year high school reunion this weekend. Even TYPING that makes me feel old. At the last minute, I almost didn’t attend. Life has been so overflowing with activities that it started to feel like just another obligation on a weekend when I could have rested up. But, I’m glad I attended. There were people there I’d not seen since the last day of school. Many looked essentially the same, a few years older, a few more pounds, and a bit less hair maybe – but essentially the same.
Others were amazingly improved – more glamorous, more “together,” more magnetic personalities than they had ever posessed in the teen years, and some had changed very little physically (which makes me feel even older, fatter and more gray) and some seem to have changed very little emotionally (which I find a bit depressing). Most folks had grown up, mellowed out and were charming conversationalists. Overall, there are several folks that I hope to get to know better as adults. Many I won’t see again until the 30 year, or later, I know this. But, I’m pleased that I attended and talking with some of the folks was really nice.
Although the business is keeping me hopping, building the cabin is a constant drain of energy (although exhilarating when progress is visible), the kids need more one-on-one time from us than they are getting right now, and I’m physically tired a lot. But, I’m still pleased to have spent a few hours with a group of individuals from my past and catch up with how life has twisted and turned with a few of them. We have an amazingly strong number of creatives in our graduating class, an impressive number of educators, and many people who do work that really makes a difference. That made me glow warm.
And, today, I was introduced to a fantastic quote – one that seems terribly appropriate given what I did this weekend. After a few minutes googling, I discovered the author, so I can now quote her directly:
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways totally worn out, shouting…holy Sh*t!–what a ride!”
~ Mavis Leyrer of Seattle, Age 83
And another appropriate quote was captured during that search:
“Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know “why” I look this way. I’ve traveled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.”
~ Will Rogers