Two very exciting things happened this week...
My 10 year high school reunion and my pal Rachel's wedding.
I missed my reunion this weekend, but was able to have lunch with my old friend Angie before I left for Spokane. It was so funny to think back on who I was and who I am now. That girl that graduated from Darby High School certainly has changed. I am sad that I wasn't able to see all those small town buddies, but am glad that I didn't feel like I had to prove anything. My skin still isn't flawless, and maybe I have gained almost 30 pounds since my senior year, but because of two who have loved me unconditionally, (Jesus and Norse) I have blossomed into a person who is less self absorbed and a little more self assured. I am thankful that my graduating class was only 40ish. And proud that I had the chance to know each one of those people, from cowboy to athlete (or both), each one of them added something to my life.
I think often we tend to look at people and determine their value based on appearance or income level. I admit to this, but as I grow older, encounter more people and hopefully learn what it means to "love your neighbor as yourself" I find myself appreciating others for whatever it is they do. (Well not everyone, some people make a living off making others miserable and that isn't worth appreciating.) However, for the most part, I am thankful for others. Some people head up the corporate ladder and others slave away at thankless jobs, that really are necessary. One of note - those guys that pick up the roadkill on the side of the road! They deserve a giant THANK YOU! But, back to my point, who are we to judge someone for the life that they either chose or were somewhat forced into by unlikely circumstances. We all know that money, or for that matter beauty, can't prove to make people happy. The gas station attendant might go home to a wonderful home full of love, while the beautiful exec might be depressed and hopeless. We do not know.
Perhaps none of us are where we thought we would be ten years later, but how thankful am I that at least I am not the same person I was then. How thankful I am that the petty things that were important then, no longer cloud my vision from seeing the people that we have become. Hopefully, I'll make it to the DHS 20 year reunion!
More about the wedding to come... this post is long enough.