Recently and quite serendipitously, a childhood friend came back into my life. When we were reintroduced in a professional setting through a series of aptly timed events, a decade or more had passed since our last in-person conversation. Life takes us where it will, and we had both been on long and winding journeys, eventually leading us back home.
The slight awkwardness between us turned out to be nothing more than a bit of dust, and after a (figurative) shake of the shoulders, we were laughing and chatting as though no time at all had elapsed.
We reminisced about watching 'Dawson's Creek' at her house, as my parents didn't think it was appropriate (sorry Mom!). We talked about how she had been the first to introduce me to the classic cult hit 'Napoleon Dynamite', a movie which I in turn forced numerous others to watch and from which at least half of my vocabulary is derived (and maybe my dancing skills).
We decided to spend some time catching up as friends and getting to know the 'grownup' versions of each other this past weekend. As an anxious introvert, I'll admit I'm always nervous about hanging out with anyone I don't live with or haven't known since birth. However, a drive to Barrhaven and back passed in a blink as we were so engaged in carefree banter, punctuated with some deep thoughts and plenty of wit.
We picked up takeout and went back to my house, where we wrapped up the evening by snuggling dogs and watching 'The Voice'. It was a wonderful experience to reconnect and I was left feeling great about (re)starting a friendship that had been so instrumental for so many years of my life.
After she left for home and I reflected on the evening, I realized that it wasn't just my friend I had reconnected with, but with myself as well. Remembering those shared moments and unearthing so many great memories had invigorated the more carefree side of myself, the side that many of us lose touch with as life takes its toll.
Whether it be a chat with an old friend, flipping through an old photo album, or putting on that Britney CD you loved when you were 11 (or 33...), take time to connect with all the parts of you.
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