We interrupt 2014 to bring you the mid 1980s

“there is a time”

Ecclesiastes 3:1

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I’m going back in time tonight.  Nearly 30 years into the past, to be precise. 

Although, I’ll be with my sister, and she’ll only be going 25 years into the past…

We’re headed to the Homecoming game at our high school, along with her husband (who grew up in another state) and the Apple of my Eye (with whom I attended high school) and our kids (who are both currently in high school).  Should be fun.

I’m looking forward to it, mostly because I haven’t been to a high school football game in years.  And my kids have only been once, with some family friends, about five years ago, so the whole experience will be pretty new to them. 

And I’m looking forward to hanging out with my sister and her husband for a few years.  I’m fortunate in that both my sisters are friends of mine (that’s not always the case with family, as I’m sure you know).

But mostly, what I think I’m going to be feeling, is how happy I am that I’m me now, not the me I was nearly 30 years ago.  Happy to have been married 24 years to my high school sweetheart… Happy to have two amazing, awesome kids… Happy to have the experience and adventures that have brought me to my mid-40s. 

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There’s a joy in interruptions.  Something that breaks up the routine and makes you look at “regular” in a different way.  Looking back 30 years is going to make me look at now in a new, more appreciative way.  This is a planned interruption.  One that we actually bought tickets for.  But other times the interruptions feel like a nuisance.  An impediment to my schedule and my to-do list.  And they can leave me feeling frustrated or cranky. 

But I guess it’s all in how you look at it.

 

~ “To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven” ~

Ecclesiastes 3:1

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