Oh ten year high school reunion. How much unexpected fun you were. It's so hilarious to me to see where everyone is, and to think that a very short ten years ago, we were walking across a very small stage with forty of our best friends, with big dreams and wishes, but then a big monster comes up behind the unexpecting baby dreams and infant wishes and gobbles them right up and washes them down with a giant glass of scorn.
I thought I had lots of time. People kept telling me: "Oh you are so young" Huh. Well, guess what I woke up today, and I'm gonna be 29 in two-ish months, and I can honestly say I have not lived up to my fullest potential. Not even close. Why did I think it was just going to fall into my lap? When did I assume that after a college education and a few letters behing my name would mean that I could stop bettering myself? Complacency has never been apart of my life before. When I was in sports, we never got a pat on the back for being "good". We could have just beat our biggest rival and the gym could be on fire with our praise, and my coach would stop us and say, "Why didn't you run the last press correctly? Get on the line." I used to strive for perfection. I once got a C in a college class, and retook the ENTIRE class over my senior year so that I wouldn't have a C on my transcript. The old addage "C's get degrees" wasn't even on the radar for me. Completely unacceptable. Why did I think that the real world would just fall at my feet? Not sure. But I'm here to tell you that was tragically not the case.
Bad News: I have stopped climbing and started camping. Good News: I'm almost 29, single, and I can fix it.
Big Big decisions are being made. I'm standing on a cliff and either I jump now and enjoy the ride, or life will have me thrown off and I'll scream and fight the whole way down.
I'm jumping.
Yikes.
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