It appears that my intentions to write on a regular basis haven't quite kept up. Time often seems to have evaporated. Is that the result of a busy life? Living longer? Both?
Well, I have a few minutes for a break, so I think I'll try to begin to catch up a bit. In September, I attended my 40th high school reunion. Wow, did we have a blast. It was amazing how many of us could just pick up like we had seen each other the week before. Friday night was a gathering for everyone to get reacquainted and break the ice. On Saturday, a very dear friend (my junior high boyfriend!) took me to Port O' Connor, and we spent the afternoon with some special friends. It was so much fun riding around the salt water and smelling that fresh air, not to mention almost continual laughter! Saturday evening was the dance. After primarily dancing with my Mark for almost 40 years, it was quite a change for me to dance with others. But, once again, my dear friend made sure I didn't sit out. Other old friends were just as attentive and made sure I was dancing when he was away from the table.
After the dance, none of us were ready to call it a night, however, everything in Port Lavaca, Texas shuts down at 1:00 a.m.--no exceptions! So a bunch of us gathered back at our motel room, shared stories, relived events, laughed, laughed and laughed till 4:00 a.m. Needless to say, we were a bit quieter at Sunday morning's breakfast!
One thing that all of us agreed upon was that it was a wonderful experience and we shouldn't wait another 40 years before doing it again. :) Those of us who have stayed in touch over the years will continue to do so, and some of us have renewed connections that appear to be lifelong. I'm grateful for the lovely ladies that continued to encourage me to attend. And I'm especially appreciative for the friendship of the one who made all the reservations and made certain I'd have a place to stay.
The bottom line is this--I've had a good life and plan to have many more years of the same. It was heartwarming to spend time with people and realize that all of those memories mean as much to them as they do to me. Life can be so hard, but life can also be so good. The reunion was a good reminder that focusing on the positive is the best way to really be happy. I'm glad that is my quest in life.
Happiness depends upon ourselves. Artistotle