First day

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Coming to the reunion was not supposed to be hard. I have planned it for so long, I put a hand in its planning. I was so excited about it. I even convinced others to come! I know I have my 'chicken-out-at-the-last-minute' syndrome, but surely not for this.  I have waited for this for sooo long. I wanted this.

I had linked up with a few people before it and unlike how I envisioned it, it really turned out well. I loved meeting up with them. It was fun! Why am I getting jitters now? Why do I feel I'm over- no, under dressed? Why am I so nervous? Why am I so scared that I don't even want to go again? Thelma would kill me.

Gosh, I'm so scared. What is really the problem? My palms are so sweaty, I feel like I'll soon start dripping the Pacific. My heart is racing the 100m Olympics. Sigh. It's going to be fine. Breathe in. Breathe out.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In-

It's not helping! I'm freaking out!! Could it be the fact that I'm going to meet Daniel? I'm over that. I'm over him! I was over him immediately we graduated. It was just a crush. Nothing more and I'm pretty sure he's married now, almost everyone is.

Me? I'm selecting my choices. I still have so much in life for me. I have the whole world ahead of me.  Although I have a boyfriend, it's nothing serious...and he knows that. Why the freak am I still so nervous?

I turned to the mirror in my room and took a look at myself. My beautiful face and designer gown reminded me why I needed to go. It was two sentences. I am successful now. They need to know that.

But I was still nervous, somehow. I zipped my travelling bag close, the zip slipping off my sweaty hands several times. I still got to go. I will still go. I am going already. I strapped my sandals and left the hotel room. It's just a week trip. What's the worst that could happen?

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