…apparently YOLO is what I
need to embrace, am embracing!….so I am trying to replace replacing anxiety with a sense of adventure and running with it…Next stop Bucharest. Halloween with Vlad the Impaler was not the plan but I am hoping to find the kitsch element.
After all. what could possibly go wrong, other than getting my acronyms wrong?
I am going to attempt another adventure this week. A trip planned in 1991 so, I figure it is about time I got round to it, albeit it, in a different way.
But what a weird thing memory is, and, following on from the swathes of school memories, I seem to be thrashing myself out of a chrysalis of disorder into more senior moments of re-ordering my past.
I find that there are permanent furrows I have ploughed into the memory foam. I am less belligerent about them these days and even willingly nestle into acceptance and gratitude with them:
- sickness (despite 16 blood tests this week…and a flu jab)
and then the transient yet recurrent stuff:
- good choices
- bad choices
- completely off the wall choices
- learning to make my own choices
….which has led me, as it often does, to Dr Seuss…that unexpected, fountain of knowledge and his fabulous logorrhea.
“You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”
“Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind maker-upper to make up
his her mind”
Couldn’t have put it better…so off I go, in an easterly direction!
Reunited friends. What a lot to catch up on. 40 years of life’s diverse routes which brought 33 of us (our school year group) back to Harrogate, where it felt like it had all started. We have all had our share of successes, failures and tragedies. We had a Pandora’s Box of memories which when we started to put them together created a far better narrative of schooldays than I had been able to assemble for myself over the years. We also found a bounty of black holes and events I, for one, could not believe I possibly attended even with photographic evidence. And, who knew, that when we planned what we would do when we got into the real world, that we would be so adept at clocking up such an extraordinary number of ex-husbands?
So it has been back to normal life again this week, pickling cucumbers and preserving lemons, which is my sort of “normal”. My other “normal” is also about to kick in, with a bonanza batch of blood tests in the spirit of attempting to kill three birds with one stone. None of them quite at the right time for the different clinic appointments but experience of these endless check-ups tells me that it will be “fine” ( a pithy “fine perhaps…but that’s OK)…and I know I have to chase up scans that should have been done by now, but I haven’t.
So…off on another adventure. My memory is that I am going to the coldest place I have, to date, encountered, which makes preparation and packing challenging. The reality is that going back may be more demanding than the weather conditions!
My date is a self-styled school reunion in Harrogate. Many of my school mates have not crossed my path for 40 years, others have touched me at various points and others have remained as much a part of my life as they were all those years ago. “We” have found 50…lost 13, aware of 2 deaths and forgotten…heck, who knows….However 33 of us will be “back” together this weekend with no plans (on my part) to venture anywhere near the school.
I quite liked the response of one of my yeargroup (who I last remember deeply in love with David Cassidy) – when I asked what she had been doing for the past 40 years, her response was
“Making mess and tidying up”
Guess that may dominate all catch-up…it seems that, between us, we have an outrageous number of husbands and misdemeanours under the bridge since we last convened! So pleased that, at first glance, we appear to have fulfilled the potential of that elite education….