I’ve gotten to a point in my life where looking at old photos makes me sad.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate where I am now, and I’m glad I’ve grown to a place of maturity. I’ve met amazing new people and gone on cool adventures. The lessons I’ve learned in life are ones I’m glad to have been taught. Every once in a while, when I look at pictures from my past, I want to relive those moments. I crave, just for a second, I could go back and be in that point in my life again. The ones that really make me reminisce are my action shots from my time in show choir. It was a great period in my life, even after the countless hours we spent going over choreo, vocals, and all of the performances and competitions we had throughout the school year. Over four years of high school, I spent 1,250 hours in show choir, and it was worth it. While I don’t miss high school, I miss choir and the people I did it with. Sadly, I lost contact with a good portion of the people I ran around with. That’s not anyone’s fault, obviously; life took us all in different directions. Part of me wants to have a reunion. I wonder if we could do that. Looking back over that time, I realize no one really knew who I was or what I wanted to do with my life. They know me, but they didn’t know me. I doubt there were many that knew I was passionate about writing until after I graduated and started building my platform, and I know for a fact most of them would’ve never guessed I write murder mysteries. Maybe I regret not coming out of my shell as much as I should have. And, maybe it’s for the better I didn’t. Still, I wonder how some of my friendships would’ve been different if I did open up a little more with my choir friends. Or I’m totally in my head and overthinking again.
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