Friends

As I get older I find that the need to connect with my past grows stronger. I am so different from the girl I was in High school, so I don't really understand the longing I have to reconnect with old friends. Part of it may be that they all contributed a little part of the woman I am today. Part of it sadness for the fact that I lost touch with them in the first place. I am a sentimental fool; that much has not changed.

Maybe I am not as different as I thought I was. I hope that I am a lot smarter. I know I am not as naive. The world has taught me to be cautious with my optimism. I still love a good laugh. I keep only a few close friends-but to them I am fiercely loyal. My family is my top priority. My husband is my best friend and he knows how to make me smile no matter how angry I am. I still have a nervous giggle.

I guess that reconnecting with old friends reminds me of all the ways I am still the same, and at the same time shows me how far I have come. It is an enigma. I need to be reminded that once I wandered the streets of Park City, singing songs from Grease at the top of my lungs, not the slightest bit embarrassed that I was out of tune.