Archive for August, 2012


August 21, 2012

I seem to be an emotional mess.  Is it because in my family you could never show emotion?  Now I cry all the time.  How can anyone take me seriously when as soon as there is a difficult situation the tears come out.  I am frustrated and I am crying.  Something happened at work, and I only care about it a little bit. I’m not really upset about it, just frustrated.  As soon as I try to express my feelings to my boss, I begin crying.  It really sucks.

In general, I am really happy.  I love my life and my job.  I like where I am and where I am going.  So, why the tears?  How can I stop them?

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High School reunion and happiness. How do you judge success?

August 3, 2012

I recently went to my 20 year High School reunion.  What a strange experience.  There are only a few times a year that you are forced to really examine your life.  The New Year and your birthday force you to look at your accomplishments and failures, but a High School Reunion forces major reflection.

You end up having your whole being reduced to a few bullet points.

  • Married?
  • House?
  • Kids?
  • Career?
  • Overweight? (women)
  • Bald? (Men)

Based on the above criteria, how do you stack up?  How do I?

I’m married and have a house.  I have a dog, a cat and a day job I (mostly) like.

I really need to lose some weight.  No kids and I have all my hair.

Do those things equal success.  Does it for me?

How do you judge success?

What did I want to accomplish in my life that I haven’t?  What dreams are lost to me?

How can you objectively answer those questions?  Whose standards are we using?

I’ve been examining my life for a few months and I have no answer.

FaceBook has really changed the scope of High School Reunions.  I graduated in a class of just under 300 students. I’m FB friends with maybe 75 of them.  About 55-60 alumni came tot he reunion.  I think there was just one guy at the reunion that didn’t have a FaceBook account.  I kept in touch with my classmates virtually.

Several people (who I had not seen since graduation in 1992) came up to me and said “Hi!  This must be Bob!”  My husband was instantly recognizable to people he has never met because of the photos I post online.

I feel a little bit sad about the past,  little reminiscent, and a bit nostalgic, but I know I would never want to relive my teenage years.  There is no way I would ever want to go back to that time.  I am 38 years old and 1988/1989 were the worst years of my life.  I was the most unhappy and desolate at 14.  I am much more happy now.

My whole life was reaffirmed when a former classmate said to me “I like to see all of your FaceBook updates.  You seem so happy.”

I really hope that is how people view me.  I hope that I am remembered for being happy.

Happiness = Success
I win.
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