As you read this today, I will be back in my hometown, celebrating my high school homecoming with my best girl friends. There will be lots of laughter, lots of wine, and lots of zaniness. I went home last year for homecoming and it was an amazing weekend. It was the first time I had seen these women in almost 25 years. We had reconnected by emails, Facebook, and phone calls, but we hadn’t physically seen each other.
There were fears, anxieties, and excitement as we planned last year’s festivities. Concerns about how we looked, how we had aged, whether we would live up to expectations, whether the others would think we had accomplished little since high school, and whether we would be judged.