When we’re seventeen, we don’t realize that the silly things done at parties or the gossip spoken about others sticks. I still remember the nicknames and terrible decisions made by myself and others during that time…17 years later! At that point in our lives, we are the truest reflection of what our parents have raised us to be and the experiences we’ve had; we are just shy of going out into the world and becoming our own selves. A coping mechanism of mine during school was to be critical, and to carry a confident facade which didn’t bode well (read about my Hudson High School Hit Lists here).
Some time after graduation, I changed. Like really changed, as a person. I came to know Christ and wanted to do better. It became my obsession to convince everyone that I came into contact with – especially those from high school – that I was nice. I was going to have friends and make up for lost time. In our twenties, my husband and I had the shared goal of getting to know people, making an impact and doing it all. We succeeded. We attended events, hosted events, supported events. We went on trips and to happy hours, dinners, fundraisers. I made many great friendships over the years.