Nineteen Eighty Something
cordially invited

I got a high school reunion flyer in the mail yesterday.

It’s not technically for MY reunion though

It’s for everyone who graduated from my high school from 1997-2003. (WTF? - gotta love those inner-city schools)

I’m still trying to figure out who thought that’d be a great idea, a reunion with people I’ve never met. The two-day event will cost $175 to attend. So after b*tching about the unconventional planning, the overhyped prices (one day is at the school, the other is in a city park), and the fact that I’m getting old enough to think about reunions, I thought about how I wanted my life today to look like back when I was 18…

I was supposed to go to school on a dance scholarship (I did), not leave till I had my MFA (I dropped out sophomore year), join a dance company (i almost stopped dancing altogether), and become an entrepreneur by opening up my own dance studio (i couldn’t open a lemonade stand right now). I should of been married (still working on a boyfriend), had one child (thank goodness I didn’t do that), and be a homeowner (still paying RENT).

Somewhere in all of that I realized that I’m exactly where I should be. While I absolutely love dancing, I now know that wouldn’t of been the career choice I would of been happy with. I went through a TON of sh*t, and made some horrible choices, but I’ve learned from them and have become a stronger person. People and ideals that didn’t matter to me then are more important than ever. I’ve gone back to school, and I can say with absolute certainty that I’m confident in my decision to study history. No husband? Thats cool. No mortgage? Thats cool too. 

My only regret is not being able to reach back in time and grab that scholarship money I didn’t use…

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