This past weekend was my 10-year high school reunion. Yes, I was a part of Scripps Ranch High School’s class of 2002 (go Falcons!). It doesn’t feel like it’s been a decade AT ALL! Over all, I had a grand time, caught up with old friends and acquaintances, had a blast with my bestie Yvette in the photo booth (best part of the event) and stunted just a little bit (*sings Mike Jones: ♫♪ “Back then they didn’t want me, now I’m hot, they all on me” ♪♫). Tee hee!
But seriously, I’ve changed. For the better. I’m not the same tomboy who wore her hair in a ponytail and was quite content in her DC skate shoes and Eddie Bauer fleece pullover. Not the same insecure girl who so desperately wanted validation from her peers. Though I cringe when I look back at photos from my high school years, I am very pleased with the woman I see staring back at me when I gaze in the mirror. I’ve been places I never thought I would see, accomplished things I only fantasized about doing (co-writing a book, living on my own, being a full-time journalist) and learned a great deal along the way (glory to God!). And I’m still learning. A full-fledged work in progress, indeed.