I graduated from High School (HS) 45 years ago.
45 YEARS AGO!!
I can barely believe it. Time has passed so quickly. Back then at the age of 17 I really felt like I had all the time in the world to live my life.
Now I’m 62 and realize time is running out.
In just a few days we will be having our 45th HS Reunion. In the past I went to the tenth but no other, even though I live locally. This year I am not only attending I’m on the Planning Committee!
The thought of seeing old…okay that was rude…seeing ole friends is exciting. At 45 years it should be a fun nostalgic visit back in time. High school was an important part of all of our lives and it helped form who we are. Together we can celebrate our current lives without all the hoopla and drama from high school.
I met my husband in high school. He was a senior and I was a sophomore. His friends became my friends. The result was I lost touch with some of my classmates. It is time to rekindle relationships, even if only for an evening.
There are many people locally who are not attending this year’s reunion. Why I do not know. Perhaps they remember those awkward HS emotions or gained weight or things did not work out as planned… believe me I understand… especially the weight thing! I do not judge… everyone has their own reasons and I respect that! But this year, I have decided to join the group, put any of my own reasons in the past and expect them to accept me for who I am as I do the same.
We’ll spend a few hours together, enjoy each other’s company, and go home with some new memories and perhaps new or renewed friendships.
Being a part of the Planning Committee has already renewed some ole friendships and definitely started some new ones. I read somewhere that at a 10th reunion many times people are still in that High School mode, at the 20th people may be trying to impress one another, the 30th is why Spanx were invented (I found this one hysterical and a good idea!! ha ha), and the 40th and on are for creating memories.
Memories… good memories… that’s what I hope we generate. We will share our photos of our children and grandchildren, possibly of a vacation or two, and promise to keep in touch… and hopefully we really do so! We will remember those who are no longer with us and silently pray we will be able to return for the 50th. Unfortunately a few of us will not. If the 50th starts without me, know that I am with Christ and that this life’s journey has been a blessing, a blast, and I am ever so thankful for my family, friends and faith.
For by grace I have been saved through faith. And this is not of my own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that I cannot may boast. (from Ephesians 2:8&9)
Earlier this year my BFF asked me what age I thought I might die. UGH well that was rather serious. 🙂 But I pondered the question and said 75 or around 78. Taking our tape measurer she pulled it out to 78 inches and then pointed to the 62 mark…my age.
There were so many inches behind the 62 and a very short span from 62 to 78…not much time left!! That was a powerful visual.
What it said to me was make the most of what time I have left here on earth.
Got a bucket list? If not make one… and then do those things.
For years my husband and I have spoken about going out west to see the Grand Canyon and Sedona. We decided we were not putting it off another year. We just returned from Nevada, Utah, and Arizona!!
Recently I read a Facebook post from an “ole” high school friend:
Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer.
Another interesting tidbit I read online was that people who plan trips are happier – even if they never go on the trip!! When I told my husband about this study I had to confess I frequently plan trips that we never go on!! Ha Ha! Today I just planned a trip for next month to New England; no we are not going, but I selected a great airbnb.
Blessings, Susan … hope you have a blessed day!