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AGING-LOOKING BACK-REUNION
Why I’m Attending My High School Reunion
Forty-five years feels like a blip
My 45th high school reunion is coming up Saturday. I have 80 pounds to lose and so many things to do prior to our reunion day. And I really debated whether to go.
When I was in high school, I had dear friends and could never imagine saying goodbye to these people. I promised never to miss a reunion. Yet, I did. Then I went on to college and forgot about high school. Then I went on to the work world and forgot about those college friends. I still think about them from time to time and miss them, but life moves on.
I attended the five- and the 10-year reunion, but none since. Call it disinterest. I’ve long since moved away from my roots in Ohio, and I live in the moment. Looking back is hard. I don’t often reminisce because my life is busy and it’s less painful this way.
While I am reluctant to admit it, I didn’t go because it meant facing the fact that my life hadn’t turned out the way I had hoped. At the time, I wanted to be a director/producer/writer. I’d still love this, but now I am realizing the window is closed on this dream for me. Hollywood isn’t busting down my door for the rights to the story I haven’t finished yet.
