THESE THREE THINGS 964


Took an unexpected trip down memory lane when my daughter asked to see my High School yearbook. Three things I learned from answering a million questions about being 18.


1. To see the incredibly capable and beautiful girl I was at 18 and to know all the insecurities and fears about pretty much everything that was burning below the surface is kind of heartbreaking. I had nothing to be worried about.

2. I feel so fortunate to have had an incredible group of guy friends who were a shit ton of fun, made me laugh until my stomach hurt, and always treated me with respect. They treated me exactly how I should have been treated. I didn't know that was rare until much later. They really set me up for knowing how I should be treated by men and that anything less was shit and did not deserve my time.

3. There are friends who I wonder if after all the years, if we saw each other would we pick up right where we left off? Probably. There is one I can say for sure. Maybe two. It was hard for me to leave after graduation. To transition. I wish I had been less afraid of grief back then. But I had to leave and never look back because it hurt so much to separate from my friends. Also too, I'm not sure how much I understood that the people I was lucky enough to be surround myself with were really, really special. I'm sad about that and wish I had stayed close to the friends who I missed as I was looking at their photos tonight. I guess it's not too late.

What did you learn today? Join me by using the #thesethreethings and commenting below with your own These Three Things. I want to hear what you are learning, laughing about, and living through.

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