Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?
These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.
Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...
...seems to be working so far
Monday, December 5, 2011
Picking Up Where We Left Off
Did we just become too selective, or cautious as we matured? Do we purposely keep a distance, and not allow ourselves to to bond like we once did on the playground because it is more awkward for adults when we don't have that playground to support us?
I know, too many questions for the morning. You can defer the thinking on this one until the commute, in the meantime, humor me.
The chemical responses ones body goes through when old friendships are reignited confound the me. There is a an overwhelming feeling of comfort, feeling safe, and happiness. Sharing the night with Mary made it even better. She was now able to understand some of what I shared with her, and that can be both good, and bad.
I know, not everyone has the same feelings when their past comes back for a visit, but I did, and as I said, I enjoyed it.
We accepted each other as we were the other night. We accepted each other on how we arrived not so much to the place, but to that moment in time. We are older, no longer competing with each other for our piece of the pie. We have our pie, and we are eager to share it as we show photos of our kids, and grand kids on our phones.
This reunion was small, about thirty people, but it was not so much the number of people in the room, or the memories, it was knowing that we had each made it this far in life, and had arrived intact. Some a bit bumped, and bruised more than others. Some with more challenges than the next. No one judged. A smile, and a hug hello was all that was needed welcome one back to the fold.
Back "then" was such a long time ago, and offered only a chapter in the whole story of who we are, but it was the foundation of who we became.
One can always grow without a foundation, but with one, one is not only stronger, and able to stand up to the forces that confront us, it leads to having a bit more confidence in life.
I was fortunate to have the kind of foundation that friends helped to build. I am who I am partly because of those early relationships. How those young people, from forty years ago, responded to life was an example for those around to follow. Those that did pay attention made a good choice.
So, in a strange way, these "mini-reunions", that happen later in life, are like stepping back and meeting ones younger self as you speak, and act just as you once did, without the need for any pretense. It's always good thing to let the genie out of the bottle once in awhile. Helps to center yourself, and sometimes some of us may need a bit of an adjustment along the way.
Next year will be a big anniversary of our high school class, and you can be sure I will be there once again. It's like a maintenance program, and I could always use an adjustment now and again.
Thanks to the other night I am good for a bit.