Saturday, April 30, 2011

10 Years? Man, I'm Getting Old!

Today, I'm travelling to Charleston for my 10 year high school reunion. I can't even believe I've been out of school that long! It feels like the years between 17 and 27 flew by me in a whirlwind. When I think back about myself at 17, all I can do is shake my head. What a naive, self-absorbed, bright-eyed little narcissist I was! I thought I had the world all figured out, and if you had asked me then what I'd be doing at 27, I could rattle off a list of accomplishments without batting an eyelash: I'd be a successful television news anchor on a top-rated station, married to the most gorgeous man who ever lived, with two kids, a big house, and a little puppy named Snowflake. In short, I thought I would have it all, do it all, and be it all. And like most peopole, I was sure that once I possessed "it all" I would live happily ever after. What a difference a decade can make. Today, I don't possess any of those television news anchor job, no house, no kids, no husband, and no Snowflake. But what I discovered over the last 10 years is so much better. After travelling down a long road filled with ups, downs, highs (and I do mean highs, thanks to a long love affair with Cannibis sativa), lows, achievements, disappointments, heartbreak, and even a stint in rehab, I discovered something so much better than the life I thought I wanted at 17. I discovered my purpose and my passion. Every morning I get up fully aware of what my Creator put me here to do: to inspire, encourage, educate, empower and motivate young people. I thank Him everyday for the vision that He has placed in my mind and heart, which is to eventually step out and open my own school. And every single day, He places the right people and opportunities in my path to bring me closer and closer to making that dream a reality. Don't get me wrong, there are times when I get frustrated that certain parts of my life didn't materialize the way I wanted them to, but when those moments come, I have to remind myself of how truly fortunate I really am. Most people I know live their lives day in and day out with no clue as to why they are here or what they have been called to do. And while they may have the house, the car, the man/woman, the kids, the money, etc., deep inside, its still not enough to make them happy. Happiness is elusive, but I've come to find that joy is knowing who you are, where you're going, what you're here for, and enjoying the journey and all the people you encounter along the way. I may not be happy all the time, but at 27 I'm getting all the joy I can stand. I'm glad to know that after 10 years, I've finally learned the difference.