I know it’s been eerily quiet on the blog this Fall. This silence has been partly related to being in the final stages of my divorce process – an experience that has felt sacred and personal and not ready for sharing with the world. Another reason has been a renewed commitment to complete my Reclaiming Beauty Wisdom Card Deck. This fall I hired a writing coach/editor and swore off all dating until I completed my rough draft. This decision proved to be the best motivator ever – 3,750 more words to go before I will date again and widdling away fast!
Tonight, though, I must take a break from rough draft writing to share my experience going to my 20th high school reunion last weekend.
Here are the Cliff notes:
I had some trepidation about attending my high school reunion solo with my current bio of divorced single parent. My two closet friends who had planned to attend cancelled at the last minute, which almost led me to chicken out. The day of the reunion I shared my anxiety on facebook and received some much needed encouragement from friends, old and new.
My main objective was to feel good about myself and my life just how it is, and to see and love old friends for their life just how they are. I guess I also wanted to walk confidently and radiate at 38.
I borrowed a black dress and black boots from my older sister for the evening. I told her I was nervous wearing the short black dress, since it showed off the small patch of psoriasis on my right knee. She said my legs were my best asset, I better show them off, and if anybody noticed the psoriasis then I was’t wearing the right bra. She warned me the zipper on the right boot often got stuck.
I went to Food Lion one hour before the party and bought black eyeliner, mascara and some mousse for my wavy hair. I was very satisfied with my party face and wild mane of hair. I felt good in my skin despite the inevitable changes of 20 years. I was ready for my 20th high school reunion, reclaiming beauty style.
I loved seeing all the old, familiar faces. I practiced using my Soul Vision superpower – seeing my peers for their true Self rather than physical appearance. Most people still looked pretty damn good and had much Soul beauty going on. I had several authentic encounters and conversations that were very meaningful to me.
I chatted with a friend who was at the beginning of a divorce process, and offered her some words of encouragement.
I chatted with a friend who I used to sing with, and had to stop myself from showering him with hugs and kisses. My heart was bursting with happiness to see him again. We both wished we had brought a guitar to the reunion.
I chatted with old friends from my high school soccer team. One teammate, in particular, I wished I could transport to Asheville so we could be close friends during this stage of life.
I chatted with a friend who had been keeping up with my blog and was touched by the ways she related to my sharing.
I chatted with two old lovers – one that did not seem interested in me at all, another who I was clearly more interested in, and that was okay.
A man who was my high school love’s best friend snapped a picture of me and immediately texted it to my high school love. We received a quick, underwhelming response – ‘Whoa!’ – and chuckled about it.
I delighted in other people’s remembrances of me, including a man from my high school physics class who remembered me being able to identify notes played by our teacher by ear.
I loved meeting the significant others of some old friends.
I spent a sacred moment looking at the list of classmates who are no longer walking on the Earth.
I only talked about my divorce with a few people. I talked about my son, Joey, to everyone.
I asked a lot of questions and fed my curiosity.
I got one picture to remember the occasion, the picture above. I don’t think I talked to my picture mate once in high school, but he was interesting – living in Austin – and had great hair.
There were a lot of people who I wished had been there.
I didn’t drink too much and danced just enough. At the end of the evening, I had only one tear of aloneness in my eye. My single tear-stained eye quickly dried when I returned to my parent’s house and saw my sweet, four year old son, Joey, tucked into bed. I kissed him on the forehead and gave thanks for the blessing I received from my marriage. Just like my older sister warned me, the zipper stuck on one of the borrowed black boots. I fell asleep cracking up at myself in a t-shirt and underwear, with one boot still on.
2oth high school reunion, Reclaiming Beauty style.
I will go back for my 25th, and I hope more Tigers from the Chapel Hill High School class of 1993 will join me.
I would love to hear other people’s experiences of returning to high school reunions. Seems like the perfect testing ground for a Reclaiming Beauty Queen. If you feel inspired, please share in the comments below!
Peace out, my friends, I got some book writing to get back to… I don’t want to be single forever…