25 Years and My life is still....

Day 196

This weekend I will attend my 25 year class reunion. When did I get so freakin old? My dad's 20 year class reunion was right before I left for my freshman year in college. At that time, 20 years seemed like a lifetime. And, for me it was since I was only 17. But, 25 years? That was just crazy talk. :)

I'm reminded of the Four Non Blondes song "What's Up" (I actually thought it was called What's going on. But, me being the researcher, I had to look it up first.) 

25 years and my life is still
trying to get up that great big hill of hope
for a destinationYou get the gist.


I realized quickly when I knew I should
that the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
for whatever that means

chorus:
'n so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
just to get it all out what's in my head
'n I, I'm feeling a little peculiar
'n so I wake in the morning and I step outside
'n I take a deep breath
'n I get real high
'n I scream from the top of my lungs
what's goin' on




Here I am 25 years later. I've been married for nearly 19 of those years and now high school seems like it was a lifetime ago. Thank God. High school was pretty hard for me. I think there are two kinds of high school graduates... those who thought those were the BEST days ever and those who couldn't WAIT to get OUT. I am of the latter.

So much has changed in 25 years. I've made a life for myself that I'm proud of. It is remarkable to me because I have beaten the odds. I didn't turn out like anyone thought I would. The truth is only a handful of people every truly believed in me. My grandmother Margaret; my neighbors Tootsie and Dickey (who practically raised me); my friends Lori and Tom; and most importantly the man who became my husband. Let's face it, most people didn't hold out much hope for the poor kid from east Nashville. 

But, those are just the kind of odds I like. Tell me I can't and I'll go out of my way to prove you wrong. I graduated from college. Who cares if it took me 23 years to make that dream a reality. I've helped run a business. I've changed careers. I've amassed a fantastic ragtag family of misfits that are not all blood kin to me, but could not mean more to me if they were. I have known success and failure... love and loss. 

25 years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope...

I have only just begun. Like I said, when did I get so freakin old? Guess what? I'm not old. I'm seasoned. I've been around long enough to know what's important. But, I haven't been around so long that I've forgotten how to enjoy what life has to offer. I've spent 25 years letting go of baggage that has no place in my heart and I'm better for it. And, God willing, I'll spend the next 25 years doing what I love the most... living life, having fun and getting ... (I'll let you fill in the blank on that one).

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My triumphant return to the Y was thwarted yesterday and today by some allergy sinus funk. Tonight, I do feel better and I won't be thwarted for a third day. I've planned tomorrow's workout and my clothes are ready to go.

Cheers!
Margaret