I have mixed feelings about my 25th high school reunion. It was an electric, emotion filled evening connecting with old friends, and that was fun. But I regret letting myself get so frantic, I wish I could've showed up without the need to impress because there really was no need. The people who liked me still did, and the people who didn't know me still didn't.
To add to the mix of feelings, I'm also glad it happened the way it did. I was humbled by my inner teenager's ability to take over and lose focus on what really matters to all of me. It's good to know how quickly she can take hold and run amok.
But my gawd, I hope it never happens again!