Part Deux

If someone told me that an old friend from high school and I would be walking around in our bikini's on Sandy Beach in Waimanalo- I'd think they were crazy. (especially the Nalo part!) But in fact, that's exactly what happened last weekend. Just two Jersey girls indulging in the hot Hawaiian sun and catching up some 20 years after we said our good byes on the steps of St. Aloysius Church in 1991. With the advent of Facebook- I've been able to reconnect with quite a few blasts from the past, which has been lovely considering how kind time and maturity softens you through the years. I'd always adored my friend, Marie- but at 15, I probably had a weird way of showing it. Those teenage years spent in an all girls Catholic school drudge up bittersweet memories mostly filled with catfights and misunderstandings. But luckily- we were also blessed with the fabulous moments of our youth via Hudson Catholic Pep rally's, ASA dances, and Prep football games.

All this looking back got me thinking about do-overs and second chances. Imagine living in a world without them..where everything you do and say as an immature 16, 22, 30, or 43 year old pegs you as a marked wo/man for life. Without a shot at redemption or the ability to shake off nasty habits- why is it that the image of single people harboring a house full of cats come to mind? But, thankfully- we all get repeats, makeovers, and sequels in this lifetime- it's all a matter of what direction you want to go...forward or back. Which way did you go? Do tell...