Well, I'm going.
It's been a significant period of time since I left the school, but I decided to go back.
Last night when I sought my partners advice on what to wear, I soon discovered he was quite unsure about why I was really going to this event. His reaction has made me think more about the actual decision and hopes I might have for the up & coming event.
The comment was made 'What does it matter what these people think about what you're wearing, you haven't spoken to any of them since you left school?'
So what does it matter?
It doesn't matter at all. He's right - but he missed the point.... I really don't care about what I wear, but I am really nervous about the re-acquaintances, and meeting strangers that I'm connected to. re-
So what are my fears?
- That I might re-enter my adolescent shy corner and not be accepted by the group
- That I haven't 'made a success' of myself since that time
So what are my hopes?
I genuinely hope to reconnect with some of my closer class mates. I fear in the horrors of adolescence, and final year of a big part of our lives, we lost contact with each other for a range of different reasons. I hope that we still have some of those connecting fibres left to join us back together.
I am taking that gamble. Flying interstate, hiring a car, and staying with my families old neighbour (almost a stranger) in order to see if my hopes can be realised.
If they are not - what is lost - some cash and some time!
I will not break, I will not be bruised by what ever happens on Saturday night, because I am strong, confident and proud.
Of course there are many other reasons to go back... Its beautiful wine country.