20 Year High School Reunion

My 20-Yr High School Reunion just happened this past July, and I almost didn’t go.
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I skipped the 5, 10, and 15 year.
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I assumed I would never attend any of the reunions, but as Justin Bieber always says, “Never say never!” 😜
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I hated high school.
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But, not because of them, my classmates.
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It was because of HIM… My coach. He violated every code, law, and human decency imaginable.
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And I suffered in silence. No one knew, not even my team. It was a horrible, dirty secret.
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No one knew, and yet I felt like everyone knew just by looking at me. I thought everyone could see how worthless I was. At least, that’s how I thought about myself at the time.
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I hated him. I hated myself. And therefore, I displaced my hate towards them, my classmates.
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When I say that “I hated high school,” what I really mean is, “I hated that I had to go through that all by myself. I hated that I didn’t get to have a normal high school experience. I hated that I didn’t get to have my first time be with someone I loved.”

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After many years of destruction, and then many years of reconstruction, I am in a good place. So, when I got the invite for our 20-Yr Reunion, I was genuinely excited.

It’s euphoric when you realize you have healed from something that for so long you truly believed it would define you for the rest of your life. I thought I would always be “damaged goods.” Which was why, of course, I avoided all of the reunions before.

It’s extremely intriguing how easily we displace our thoughts and feelings. For, well, 20 years, I thought that I hated high school. It took a lot of therapy and processing to realize that what I actually hated was myself.

Often, when we hate something or someone, more times than not, it’s actually something else going on internally within ourselves. So, pay attention, and call yourself out when necessary. 

You know how we always tell each other to not take it personally when someone else is a jerk to us, because you’re really not the problem?! Well, the same applies the other way around!
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So, I went to the reunion anew and I enjoyed it, and I got to re-experience my high school class in a whole new way.
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Thanks for the memories, Class of 99!!

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New Name, Same Mission

Just a heads up that I have officially changed the name of “The Barbell Diaries” to “The Purves Perspective.”

And, just to be clear, it’s pronounced “per-viss.” Haha! I know you were thinking about it.

While I have changed the name of my blog, Instagram, and Facebook Pages to “The Purves Perspective,” my blogs and posts will still be about life. I am not changing my mission to talk about life, and share the highs and lows. I will continue this journey towards self-love, personal development, education, empowerment, compassion, and being more human!

If you haven’t heard yet, I am starting school in a couple of weeks! I have been accepted to the University of Akron to obtain my Masters in Marriage & Family Counseling.

WOOT WOOT!

Yes, I am very excited for so many reasons!

This is one of the rare times I am going to toot my own horn and celebrate myself, because I am doing something that I actually have always wanted to do. Back in college, I got my B.A. in Psychology with an emphasis in Counseling, and I wanted to continue on and get my MFT.

However, a very long story short, life happened and I never did it.

I don’t regret it, because the events that followed have brought me to where I am today, and my life is pretty freaking awesome! I am a mother of three girls, about to celebrate 10 years  of marriage to my best friend, and everyone is happy and healthy right now.

Of course, as life continued to happen, though, I had more and more excuses to NOT get my MFT. It eventually became a “never gonna happen” dream, and I stopped thinking about it.

Thankfully, this year a spark happened, and I decided to take the plunge. I’ll be blunt – I’ve always hated the excuse “I’m too old… It’s too late…”

No.

Even if I’m 79, and I find myself suddenly passionate about baking, I WILL sign up for baking classes and open up my own little stand downtown. 😉

Gosh darn it.

Keep dreaming. Keep living. Keep growing.