As an optimist, I’m usually one to see the glass as half-full. I always try to think positively, give people the benefit of the doubt, and believe things have a way of working themselves out. But when it came to my 20-year high school reunion, I had a bad attitude. I don’t know where it stemmed from because I had a relatively good high school experience. I had a great group of friends, who I still am close with to this day, and was an involved student. I guess I just figured I keep in touch with those who I want to, plus Facebook kind of ruins the surprise factor. I know what people are up to and frankly, I know what some of them had for lunch yesterday. So I kept asking myself, “Why should I go?”
Why do I want to schlep to the city? Do I want to spend the money on the tickets and everything that comes with it? Who do I really care about seeing? So I dragged my feet on getting tickets because in the back of my mind I wasn’t planning on going. My friends started getting their tickets. We decided husbands weren’t going – it would just be us girls. I do love a good girls’ night out.
So then I asked myself a different question: Why would I not go?
To be honest I couldn’t think of a single legitimate reason why. In the past few years if I’ve learned one thing it’s that I don’t want to live with regrets. I didn’t want to look back on it and feel that I missed out on the experience.
The reunion was this past weekend. My girlfriends and I went together and had a fun time. All it took was a change of perspective.