I'm not sure what's gotten into me lately, but I have been contacting long-lost friends like crazy lately. Old school friends, old youth counselors, old junior high leaders, old church buddies . . . Well, not OLD friends, but former friends. . no, that doesn't sound right either. Anyway, it's been fun. I hope it doesn't mean that I unknowingly have a terminal disease with just a few weeks to live and subconsciously decided to reach out to everyone who meant something to me. I hope not, but y'all can periodically check Toledo obituaries in case.

Maybe after turning 30 (yeah, thirty) I kind of gained an attitude of Who Cares? You know, if I feel like contacting someone I haven't talked with in many years, then I'm gonna go for it. Who cares if the last time they saw me I was a doofy cheerleader with BIG hair?

Perhaps this is a small part of the wisdom that comes with age. Why let feelings and insecurities over things that happened 15 years ago keep myself from reconnecting with people that are part of my life story and are part of my good memories? I hope I continue to gain more of this confidence over the next decade. It just might be worth the crow's feet and slowed metabolism that have accompanied it. Notice I said might.

So if you come across this, let me know. Say Hi. Let's catch up. I promise not to bring up your embarrassing past, if you don't bring up mine. And yes, I totally thought my huge hairdo was cool.