The Big Chill
When you find yourself sitting at home late on a Friday night, what are you suppose to do? All too often it is getting sucked into an old movie. That is exactly what happened to me. I found myself re-watching The Big Chill and being swept back into the 80's.
Old college friends reunite for the funeral of one of their friends. Alex, the leader of their old group, committed suicide. For the rest of the friends, it is a time to reconnect and reflect.
At first the old music, 80's big hair and clothing styles distracted me. I had to reminisce a little on my own 80's look.
Then I started listening as the friends lamented their choices in life.
When you find you've more years behind you than left ahead, you find yourself asking. Did I make the right decisions? When life threw a fork in my path, did I take the right one? And if I'd chosen differently, what would have been the consequences?
Not for the first time I found myself re-evaluating my own life. It is littered with those forks. Some were tiny and seemed almost inconsequential at the time and some monumental, yet each one molded me. My life is filled with both successes and regrets. Over the years I've come to accept the good and really bad choices I've made.
No, I didn't end up in the place I once envisioned. But I no longer consider this a tragedy. I can say I respect the person I've become. I like her. And isn't that the most we can hope for?
Old college friends reunite for the funeral of one of their friends. Alex, the leader of their old group, committed suicide. For the rest of the friends, it is a time to reconnect and reflect.
At first the old music, 80's big hair and clothing styles distracted me. I had to reminisce a little on my own 80's look.
Then I started listening as the friends lamented their choices in life.
When you find you've more years behind you than left ahead, you find yourself asking. Did I make the right decisions? When life threw a fork in my path, did I take the right one? And if I'd chosen differently, what would have been the consequences?
Not for the first time I found myself re-evaluating my own life. It is littered with those forks. Some were tiny and seemed almost inconsequential at the time and some monumental, yet each one molded me. My life is filled with both successes and regrets. Over the years I've come to accept the good and really bad choices I've made.
No, I didn't end up in the place I once envisioned. But I no longer consider this a tragedy. I can say I respect the person I've become. I like her. And isn't that the most we can hope for?
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