Knitamazoo(tm)

So this past Saturday afternoon I grabbed the mail . . . bill, junk, bill, junk . . . hold on what is this? The envelope looked suspiciously like a wedding invitation. I wracked my brain . . . I don’t know anyone who is getting married, do I? No . . . I’m sure of it. I turn it over and there on the back is a name. It’s a name that I recognize but I don’t know why. I tax my brain a little more by chanting the name over and over again in my head but to no avail. I just can’t place where I know that name from. So I thought to myself, I guess I better open it and find out what this is all about. As I start to slide my finger under the flap to open the envelope it hits me like mack truck just exactly what I am holding in my hands. My heart starts to sink, my hands start to shake as I pull out the contents of the envelope and my nightmares are confirmed. Ladies and gentlemen, I am holding in my hands . . . wait for it . . . the invitation to my 20TH YEAR HIGH SCHOOL REUNION!!!!!

I now feel insanely old. How could 20 years have gone by already? When I finally regain the strength in my legs, I wobble into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I certainly don’t look old . . . do I? And as I gaze at my face in the mirror I begin to notice some wrinkles around my eyes. I start to notice the unsightly amount of gray that has crept into my hair. But I don’t feel old so how can this be? As I stare at my reflection in the mirror I begin to think that maybe I should start coloring my hair. Highlights will cover the gray, right?

As I continue to look at my reflection, I find it very hard to believe that 20 years have passed since I walked onto that football field with my 200+ classmates to receive my diploma. I was full of hope, dreams and excitement! College bound . . . I couldn’t wait! Looking back, I’ve been through a lot since then . . . some bad but mostly good. I managed to earn a college degree, make so many friends I can’t count them, met and married my husband, bought a house, lost both of my grandmothers, lost my job, got a new job, watched my brother get married . . . and the list goes on. As I’ve looked back over the past 20 years of my life, I realize that I may not have fulfilled all of my dreams and I am certainly not where I thought I would be at this point in my life. And as I stood there staring back at my 38 year old face, it hit me. It doesn’t matter that I’m not where I thought I would be. Despite some failures and disappointments, I wouldn’t change a thing about the last 20 years of my life. Because even though I’m not where I thought I would be, I know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be! (Now, I need to ask my hairdresser about those highlights . . .)