I had a mini epiphany today.
The more I meet people I knew as a teen, the more I realize why moving "home" is so tough.
My 10 year reunion that went on last summer w/o me got me thinking the same way-
Out we go into the world, to 'make something of ourselves'. By the world's standards, I might have been too young or barefoot & pregnant. But Brett & I were working toward eternity, not acclaim. But when you're facing the scrutiny and worldly critique of peers and past, we still want their respect & envy- just a little bit. Or, thinking back on old crushes, maybe a lot a bit.
But as I answered pointed questions as vaguely as possible, part of me wanted to shake them and say, "I had it! Don't assume or guess on my 'success' by what you think you see right now."
Other times I've been up front with my situation, and the awkward silences and embarrassed and pitying looks that follow are just as frustrating.
I think that'll be one of my challenges, overcoming the single mom stereotype and getting over the silly desire for others to see and admire my accomplishments (as minor as others might think them).
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