Tomorrow marks the 25th anniversary of my graduation from high school. If I had known on THAT day where I would be on THIS day, I would not have believed it. But when you are 17 years old (or 25 years old, for that matter), no one can really tell you anything.
Many of my 20-something choices were sketchy and I have often wished for a do-over on some of those. Getting married at 19 falls into the “wish-I-hadn’t-done-that” column. Same with dropping out of college (to get married, no less). REALLY regretted that one over the years. And sometimes it took more than once to learn a hard lesson.
I have much to be grateful for over that time span, too. My parents are still walking the earth with me. I met fascinating people like the Discovery Channel crew who were in Talkeetna, AK and went on to climb Denali and document it over the internet. I hopped a flight to Switzerland to spend a long weekend with buddy from Smith College (because I eventually finished college and even a Master’s degree along the way).
Looking back, the joyous moments outweigh the thorny ones. The loving, smart, sweet people out-number the crazy, manipulative, angry ones. Looking forward, there are new lessons to learn, interesting people to meet and sparkling adventures to be had. And I am up for all of it!