My 20 year high school reunion is this weekend. I can only hope that it will be more pleasant than my 10 year reunion. After being away for a decade from all of the high-school nonsense that left me with virtually no self-esteem, I felt I had something to prove. During those 10 years, I fantasized about entering into the old gym and hearing a collective gasp as people marveled at my transformation from the ugly duckling into something more swan-like. When the big evening came, I spent countless hours and a sinful amount of money preparing myself and my poor spouse for the occasion. Professional hair stylists and make-up artists were retained to ensure I looked my best. Unfortunately, a massive thunderstorm had rolled in leaving the neighborhood without power. Candles and flashlights were the only devices used to illuminate the room. You could not make out faces or even name tags. I was devastated. My retribution was lost - no one could see how fabulous I looked! Feeling defeated, I felt an early departure was necessary. As we felt our way to the exit, the door shut behind us and every light in the neighborhood turned on. God's sense of humor was cruel. Where is the justice in that???

I hope that I can enter into my 20 year reunion equipped with more than a new pedicure. I hope that I will be sincere, humble but also confident. I hope that I will not try to hide my laugh-lines and or try to be anything that I am not. I hope that I will be able to put painful memories to rest and instead laugh at our senior pranks, our 80's hairstyles, and our dance moves to Prince (before he was the Artist Formerly Known).

I'll let you know how it goes.

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