We all have them – high school reunions, if our hearts are still ticking. Mine is coming up. It will be 25 years since I chanted 88, 88, 80, 80, 88!!!” I loved high school. It was a moment in time when we were all so innocent; and yet…thought we knew it all. I wasn’t the girl who was THAT into anything…but my social calendar. Football games? Yep, I’ll be there…even though I won’t look at one play…until the end. Academics? Need to get those A’s in order to be accepted into college AND prevent the dreaded look of disapproval from my parents. Dances? Are you kidding me? I lived for them. Boys? What can I say, Girls Just Want To Have Fun. And I did.
So, one could conclude (logically) that if someone “LOVED” their high school experience, they would naturally want to go to their reunion. This has NOT been the case for me. My mind and heart continue to battle it out, and today…I know my answer.
The word, “REUNION,” is almost a misnomer. Considering we were never REALLY united when we were in high school. What? Sorry, it’s true. We all had our group of friends whether it be The Breakfast Club of: Jocks, ASB, Social Butterflies, Surfers, Nerds, or the Stoners. Never really speaking to each other, much.
And then comes the time to REUNITE. That seemingly awkward “Hello” or “Hug” after 25 years, frantically searching for each other’s name tag. Or even worse…they know yours and you don’t remember theirs. And how about the people who attend just to energetically say, “Look at me…I made it! Someone loved me enough to pronounce ’till death do us part,’ and I have two kids who have just received Honor Roll, while being the STAR athletes on the basketball courts of our old Junior HS. My home is paid off, and I am just about to retire…How are you?” All the while, still proving to themselves that they are enough by their accomplishments, titles and money. Forgetting that they are enough…just by being born. Then there are those who don’t make an appearance…because they buy into the illusions and think they are too poor, fat, old and worthless. Or, they tell themselves that they just don’t care.
My MIND has come up with every excuse to NOT show up: I just saw everyone five years ago; if we all wanted to see each other-we would. Ugh, I so don’t want to wear a dress. And heels? Forget about it. Wonder who is reading my blogs? They are going to know WAY more about me than I do them; sounds uncomfortable. And…in this present moment…I am choosing to NOT drink alcohol. That’s how I got through the last two reunions; how in the heck am I going to get through this one, without the liquid courage?
Are you HERE Kathleen, It’s Me, The Uni-verse?
Shhh…you know your answer. You are going. It is where you need to be. Simply because it is a reminder of your innocence. Their innocence. It will help you remember that…we are all ONE. And this time, you can do it differently. This is your chance to UNITE… for the FIRST time.
So there you have it. The one thing I absolutely VALUE about seeing my fellow Breakfast Club classmates again, is that they remind me of my youth. A time when I can remember what it was like before my “so-called” struggles. A beautiful bridge that we ALL have in common, if we are just willing to take the time…to cross it.
As I am shedding layers upon layers of my protective and egocentric walls of fear, I am slowly being re-born to the innocence of Love.
Are you planning on going to your high school reunion? Is any fear showing up? Any separation from your fellow classmates? I would sincerely love to know.
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