The Prom

I didn’t go to my high school prom. My recollections of those days are rather fuzzy…I tend to delete memories that don’t make me happy…but I do remember an awkward young woman who didn’t think she was pretty or talented. No wonder no one asked me…I wouldn’t have asked me.

Fast forward many years. I believe in myself. On most days. I’m married to the best guy in the world. We’ve found a fabulous sport that keeps us active and together. So what did I need a prom for?

I didn’t need it, but I did very much enjoy the Indy Singles prom night last Saturday evening. It wasn’t fancy, but the music was good, the people friendly, and the food delicious. When they passed out corsages I found myself feeling a little misty. When Gary escorted me to our table I felt it even more. We danced the night away in the midst of decorated trees filled with twinkling lights.

You can’t go back. It doesn’t do any good to wish you were something you weren’t, or mourn for how things could have been. It would be nice though, to give my 16 year old self a big hug and tell her things are going to work out just fine.

More than fine…wonderful.