As an adult, I’ve chosen not to participate in that particular religion, but I’ve also come to see that it was my attitude, more than my situation, that kept me from really engaging socially. I chose to be whiny and bitter instead of happy and outgoing. My response wasn’t unusual for a teen, but I wish I could have taken a more objective look at my situation at the time and chosen to rise above it.
When I made the decision to attend my first of the high school reunions this weekend, I committed to putting that sullen attitude behind me and greeting my classmates as a socially-adept adult (albeit a weird one).
Top, American Apparel. Skirt, vintage, thrifted, shortened, and embellished. Boots, Ariat. Sunglasses, Girlprops. Necklace, Zad. Bag, Apt 9.
A warm welcome from my friend Ryan put me immediately at ease at the pre-reunion gathering on Friday night. I spent the evening hugging, asking for only a few names, reconnecting, and enjoying the fact that high school (and teenage attitudes) were long behind all of us!