Life is too short to sweat the small stuff...
I know my title is so cliché. I couldn't think of a better truth. I have been trying to write about my class reunion last weekend. I wanted to write about how I stressed myself out about the 4-inch heels I had planned to wear, how I was happy to fit an outfit I wore to a Christmas party in 2008 and how I managed to put on mascara without sneezing or poking myself in the eye. But I found I couldn't write about those woman to woman details. They all seemed insignificant.
Every time I think about last weekend I get teary eyed. I saw classmates who I had not seen since we graduated. The guy who was behind me in our 1988 graduation ceremony was sitting right next to me in church last Sunday.
After losing a dear classmate in May to cancer, the reunion was put together by four of our classmates. Within weeks of the funeral we had an itinerary for a reunion weekend. It was just wonderful seeing so many people come out. All the things I was worried about prior to going were no longer a concern.
We had a candle-lighting tribute to the five classmates we have lost since graduation. It was hard to keep tears in and mascara in tact while I thought about friends I know with "a diagnosis" and classmates who may not be around when we all come together again.
Okay now that I dropped that emotional load on you, I feel lighter for sharing...
Here's the thing... yeah life is too short to sweat the small stuff but I sure couldn't bring myself to speak to my 11th grade Chemistry teacher. Sorry Mr. C - you were MEAN!