Ultimate Frisbee Golf
The Fund Run
D & D
It's wonderful and strange the places, names, faces, and activities that come to mind when I've been revisiting junior high school days...at a very small, unique school. It's wonderful and strange, too, to compare notes, laughing over memories, and learning things I didn't know at the time, shifting my understanding, appreciating the journey, recognizing the way life connects us, and reconnects us. I know there were "important" ideas and feelings that I let lead my beliefs and choices then, and it's a happy gift to be able to see what mattered, what I can let go of, and enjoy realizing that all the parts brought me to this present, this life, where I am happy and grateful. It makes me less anxious, less willing to be led by doubt and fear, insecurity.
Jen and I poured over a yearbook. Who knew we had such big hair?? And those OP shorts. They really were short, guys. As short as the shorts were, they almost met the striped tube socks that were worn up to the knees. The pictures are so faded and faint, but we had the best time making out faces, and recalling smiles, habits, nicknames, outings. I know, 'you had to be there,' and the details aren't too interesting if you weren't there, but Jen and I were totally engrossed, and laughing... at ourselves, at those things that seemed "important," and shaking our heads about silly things we thought mattered, but didn't. I'm shy, and that's fine, but I can see that these opportunities to empathize and share, to engage with people who knew you when, and who want to know you now, are good and worthwhile. At least, this is what I am learning.