not so scary

My 10 year reunion this past weekend was not the judgmental, critical, stress-consuming event that I imagined it to be. Turns out, no one really cares about what I am doing today. No one cares how much money I am making, what kind of car I am driving, or even if I’ve accomplished my masters degree as of yet. I think I was asked a total of two times what I even did for a living. Of all the conversations I had that evening most of them were reminiscent of the good old days rather than examinations of what I’ve done with my life so far.

It’s funny how much pressure we put on ourselves. Coincidentally, the intense self-examination and fear of being judged by my fellow classmates was simply an exposure of my internal scrutiny – and not to be blamed on friends I haven’t seen in ten years.

As much as I want to become the successful career woman that I envision for myself, I have to remind myself that I am only 28 years old. My time to shine in the corporate sun will come in due time. Everyone has to pay their dues and I guess I am still along way from advancing into that exclusive “dues paid” circle. Until then, I am going to have to learn to live on my minimal paycheck, learn to live in my fixer-upper home, and come home to an amazing husband with my amazing cute little puppy, and realize I have a lot more to be thankful for that I give myself credit.