Good morning, Monday. Holy emotions, batman. I had an amazing weekend in Philly with my very best girl gang and it was just, wow. It's incredibly humbling and grounding to spend time with people who knew you when. It's not about nostalgia. It's not about wanting to go back to a time when gravity was not taking over and when the world was full of possibilities. For me, it's embracing where we are now and where we're headed, with a healthy dose of insight and love from the past.
Like those people who were with you when you watched Bono perform at Live Aid.
Or the people who have the same silly sense of humor as you, even though we're all old enough to know better.
It's the people who saw you through many awkward hormonal freak outs and haircuts and tears over unrequited love.
It's the people who were cool with you even before you know who you were.
I love these people. And true- space and time have made it seem like maybe we don't have much in common anymore. I'm a city woman sans kid with a husband and a dog and a bit of a kooky existence. But truly- these women in my life (and then later in the weekend many of our guy pals) have never, ever judged me. It's so refreshing to spend time with people like that. We may have super different lives but our DNA is pretty much the same. And at times, I'm sad that I don't get to see these lovelies more often. But getting together and giggling and trying on clothes and googling people you once knew is just the most. Belly laughs for days.
And seeing our group of guy pals was a surprise I planned with one of our pals after an impromptu night out this Summer at the shore. I was nervous to reunite, but it did feel oh so good. We are older, wiser (meh), and a little less prone to partying, but we had fun. It was so nice to see them all again. It's funny how life happens. And ya, it goes by pretty damn fast. And nothing is exactly as it seems. Though I did realize from connecting and reconnecting this weekend- my life is not that different than I envisioned it. I knew I'd live in New York, I never really wanted kids, and I wanted a husband who was cool and chill and funny. And tall. Got those. And I also knew I'd do something creative for a living, so I suppose I got that right too. Maybe I knew myself better than I thought I did. I always did have a good gut for stuff.
Ooh and as luck would have it- I got inspired to take a book idea to the next level. I'll be sending a chapter or two to my girls from the weekend to see what they think. Is it too late for me to be the voice of my generation? Ha. We'll see.
Cause that's what's up this post reunion kind of Monday in the 212. Back at it, right after looking back. Oh and ps- if you don't know whose picture that is above or what movie it's from, you didn't go to high school when I did. XO