10 years.

This weekend is my 10 year high school reunion (though technically it is 11 because we are sort of a year late). The turnout is apparently going to be pretty low which is really fine with me. I am really looking forward to spending some more intentional time with the few ladies that are going to be able to attend, along with their sweet guys and kiddos of various ages.

I hemmed and hawed about going to this event; I didn't hate high school but I didn't exactly love it either. In general, I am abundantly thankful for the blessing of being able to go to a small, private school and the sacrifices that I know my parents made to keep me there. I have fantastic memories of a senior class that grew up a lot in one year, became fast friends, and that made memories together. But the 11 years before that weren't exactly always pretty. Like any high schooler, I had my fair share of body anxiety, clique struggles, and the overwhelming feeling of not being "enough". Since I still struggle in my adult years with acknowledging my own self worth, I really faught the idea of sending myself "back to high school", even if only for one evening.

I know that I am bigger than that now - well, literally and figuratively - so I spent a lot of time convincing myself to go. More than one talking to myself conversation about "your life is so good. You love what you do. You have a wonderful husband and the beginnings of a career that you love and where people respect you.". So, I'm going. And it is going to be wonderful.