This time, I didn't feel like I was going to have a heart attack.
This time, walking into a room of my high school class mates... 25 years later... was no different than walking into a grocery store or any other public place.
For the first time in 43 years, I felt 100% comfortable in my own skin.
There was no comparing myself to the former high school cheerleader..
No eyeing the former high school prom queen - hoping she had gained weight through the years..
Just me, myself and my beautiful soul as I walked through the door to face the people that I spent years growing up with.
.... awkward years....
..... it's all a weird passage of time that lives in a fog somewhere in the back of my mind.....
... covered in layers of dust from being left in boxes that have not been opened in years.......
This isn't about those classmates.
This is about ME.
This is about finally... FINALLY... accepting myself for being ME.
Like I told my best friend on the way home that evening... "There wasn't one single person in that room I would change lives with." Not because they don't have great and wonderful lives, but because I love myself and my life so much.
Best friends for 38 years
Live, Laugh, Love... No Regrets.