As a precursor to tonight's 20th high school reunion, last night I went to dinner with five girls I went to high school with. I hadn't seen most of them in years.
C passsed out a middle school yearbook and a high school yearbook.
"Suzanne wins the award for biggest hair in both books," she said.
"Hey now," I reached for the middle grade yearbook and said, "If I recall correctly J had some serious bangs."
We flipped to J's page.
"Ooo, she could be a serious contender," C said.
We caught up on marriages, kids, careers and everything in between over food and drinks. At some point someone said, "I can't believe we're almost 40."
"I hate the way that sounds," T said.
"Really?" I replied. "I like it."
"You do?" asked K.
"Yes. I loved high school and college and my 20's were great. But the 30's were hard for me. I'm looking forward to my 40's. As silly as it sounds, I'm hoping I'll finally blossom," I said.
Through the night, I talked with different classmates. Some of them glowed with newness and reinvention. Others are facing incredible challenges, but even so, are very self aware.
I think that's the beauty of getting older. Figuring out who you are and who you want to be. Being able to set boundaries and use the word "no."
What beauty do you find in getting older?
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