So this past weekend, I gave myself over to that spirit once again. I'll admit I was hesitant and almost talked myself out of it several times, but in the end I took the leap.
Several weeks ago I received a "friend" inquiry on my "Facebook" page (sometimes you need the kids to help keep you young at heart). A high school friend I had not seen or heard from in 32 years had come across my name. I was put on an e-mail list that included many names that I remembered fondly but had left in the past. This group was organizing a "Class of'77"- 50th birthday party and hoped I would attend.
My first reaction? "I haven't seen these people in over 30 years, I can't imagine I would have anything in common with them. Thanks, but no thanks." However, as I read the responses and thought about past friendships, I reconsidered and tentatively accepted.
The date drew closer, my objections continued to surface; 4 hour drive? camping out? feeling out of place? My internal debate continued up until the day before departure. That was when I agreed to pick up a fellow attendee at the airport in Philly on my way to the Eastern Shore of Maryland. I was locked in.
The weekend was amazing, reconnecting with old friends and meeting new ones. I'm glad I let a little of that youthful spirit guide me!
The only downside is how much harder the ground seems when you are 50. The next adventure? A few of the AHS girls are hoping to visit me this fall and do a little NY sightseeing, I can't wait! (And we'll all have beds)
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