At my reunion last night, I felt something I’d never felt before at these kinds of things. I felt relaxed.
You know that pressure you feel when you get around high school classmates? You want to look flawless, sound intelligent, appear (somewhat) successful. The charades we all create are meant to hide who we really are because somehow we don’t feel worthy. We don’t feel as though we’re enough.
Last night I realized all my secrets have been revealed. There is no longer a need to pretend. No longer a need to be anything other than who I am. It was very liberating.
In the last few years or so, I’ve become braver. A truth-teller rather than a “don’t rock the boat” kind of person. I’m more in touch with my emotions and feelings. And I’m way more inclined to assert my convictions or stand up for myself than I ever was in the past.
Is this because I’m 43 and I don’t give a shit what people think of me? Maybe. The point is, we all have baggage from high school or college or our twenties that – if we don’t deal with it- will consume us. And make us try too hard to make others like us or approve of us.
Last night was loads of fun. I was finally able to relax and just enjoy. And you know what I call that? Freedom.
Tonight is my 25th high school reunion. Sounds cliche, but I can’t believe it’s been 25 years!
I’ve been thinking about 80s stuff…so here’s a completely random data dump of what’s running through my mind from this fabulous decade:
BIG HAIR, BON JOVI, PRINCE, ALF, THE COSBY SHOW, PACMAN, LOVES BABYSOFT, TIGERBEAT MAGAZINE, SCOTT BAIO, LUKE AND LAURA, CHALLENGER, DALLAS, MTV, PAT BENATAR, VAN HALEN, JORDACHE JEANS, and FLASHDANCE.
I’m sure there’s more…but what did I miss?
My small turkey came out pretty darn good.
I tried making salt potatoes as a nod to our friends in Syracuse…not bad, but not the greatest.
Fried corn with scallions and bacon..,yum.
Butternut squash courtesy of a recipe from Trader Joe’s…yum.
Stuffing, a la Stove Top…yum.
My parents worked patiently with our girls and made a gingerbread house with yummy frosting, which I may or may not have scraped off already. Multiple times. *yum*
And a thoughtful husband who ran out to the only open grocery store to get some aluminum foil because it’s one of many things I forgot…
Pies in the fridge – pumpkin and chocolate cream. Football on now and Charlie Brown Thanksgiving on tonight.
All in all a good day 🙂
And now? I’m off to the local CVS to get my husband some whipped cream for his pumpkin pie because I forgot it.
I figure it’s the least I can do given the whole aluminum foil thing.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU!
This is one of the prompts from BlogHer for the daily blog post challenge: tell us about the last thing you hid.
The last thing I hid was our Elf on a Shelf. My nine year old got her a few years ago on Thanksgiving and she named her “Katie the Elf.” Do you know the whole elf story?
Here are the rules:
No one can touch the elf.
No one can move the elf.
The elf “leaves” every night and “reports” back to Santa at the North Pole.
If my husband and I aren’t too tired or lazy or drunk to remember, she reappears each morning in a different spot.
She returns back to
my jewelry box the North Pole on Christmas Eve and doesn’t return until next Thanksgiving.
For the life of me I couldn’t remember where I had stashed Katie. I couldn’t put her with the Christmas decor because my daughter would surely find her. Luckily, I have a decent size jewelry box with multiple hidden compartments. Let’s just say Katie folds up nicely.
I see some people on Facebook do some really creative things with their elves. I’m going to try to be a bit more creative with my elf placement this year. And I’m going to set my alarm to go off every night at 11pm so I remember to move her. There were way too many nights last year when my husband and I were cozy and warm in bed when we realized we hadn’t moved Katie. Wish me luck!