It’s funny. I was sitting here thinking about what I wanted to title this post and I couldn’t quite figure it out. It’s isn’t often that I don’t know what to write. After all, I am a “talker,” as my husband would say. I like being a talker. I like being able to strike up conversations with people I know nothing about. I like being able to be sociable on the drop of a dime. It’s one of my favorite attributes about myself that I got from my mom and it’s certainly a good thing to have when you’re a wedding photographer.
Anyway, getting to the point of this post… Lately I’ve been reflecting on my current stage of life and just been very pleased, joyful, and happy. That’s not to say tough times don’t hit and I don’t have things I struggle with, but ultimately, I’m very happy. My husband’s 10 year high school reunion is coming up in a couple of weeks and he’s been putting it together because the person responsible for doing it, of course, doesn’t seem to care to have one. This got me thinking a lot about the last 11 years since high school and my 4 years in high school. It seems like some people just haven’t changed. My poor hubby has had the hardest time getting people to respond or put forth any effort whatsoever and the people that he has been able to contact are terrible at responding to anything, but of course, they have tons of time for Facebook. What happened to our generation? What happened to the responsibilities we all very much looked forward to when we just couldn’t wait to be adults? Why is it that I’ll be 30 next year and only a couple of my friends actually live on their own, much less are married or have children? That’s another blog post for another day.
I know a lot of people will not be going to the reunion because they aren’t happy with who they are. They’re ashamed of their weight gain (I know I am!), they’re ashamed of their financial circumstances, their embarrassed to not “have” as much as other people who think they are “successful.” Actually, it’s not even that they aren’t happy with who they are, it’s that they are afraid of being seen as lowly or pathetic because others will show up making tons of money, driving nice cars, shoving their successes in everyones face. Did I mention Tim Tebow graduated from our high school? I don’t remember what class he was in, but my husband says he’s a really nice guy, but I know a lot of people who might feel little standing next to someone like him showing up at their reunion.
What I want to say is that I don’t think success is measured in the amount of money you make every year, the amount of weight you haven’t gained since high school, the kind of car your drive or where you live. Success is measured by happiness with where you are and the personal obstacles you’ve overcome to get there. There’s no shame when you realize you’re happy because you’re exactly where you hoped you’d be like having a wonderful, faithful, handsome husband, a beautiful child or children, amazing family and friends that surround you, talents you’ve discovered that you didn’t even know you had, and even the smaller things, like the dog you’ve had for 9 years that is more loyal today than ever, or delighting in the beautiful garden you’ve managed to keep alive, etc. So when I reflected on all of the dreams I had 11 years ago, when I was standing at my high school graduation, I realized it wasn’t the band I hoped to be the lead singer of that would be wildly successful, or the executive in the corner office, or a big wig at Publix, it was being happy that mattered. My happiness may not be your happiness, but I’ve realized that my happiness is in the love I have for the people around me. It’s serving my husband and daughter, patting my dogs, hugging on Jayda, watering my garden in the morning, being thankful for a body that can exercise (I do P90x baby!), being thankful for my health, it’s cooking dinners that nourish my and my family’s bodies, it’s being the manager of our home, it’s sewing all sorts of things for people, singing loudly to the BellyButton song (VeggieTales) in the car to Carly, and all of the other little things in life.
So as I was sitting here trying to figure out what to name this post, I looked over and saw a charm hanging by my desk that came on a coffee mug I have that says, “Dreams come true.” So yes. Dreams to come true.
Stay beautiful. Never stop dreaming.