I wrote this post last night and in my hurry to get ready and out the door I didn’t post it. The dinner was last night and I had a wonderful time. More on that in a later post.I have to hurry to get ready for dinner out tonight. For twelve years I worked in the office of Fraser Valley Foods, it was a great job, 8-4:30; perfect for a single mom. It was 20 minutes from my house,. paid extremely well and enabled me to raise my son in relative comfort. I had many friends there and we were a fun group, the occasional night at the strippers, fun staff parties, picnics, Christmas parties, golf tournaments, and a curling party every year. They closed in Aug of 1996, I was one of the last to go because I was up there in seniority. Those of us who were friends stayed in touch if only to get together a couple of times a year at one of the girls homes. We would all bring an appetizer and catch up on each other’s lives; seeing as we could no longer chat at work. (For some reason I was forever in shit for talking too much) Well, of course when I met JC those girl gatherings came to an abrupt halt and I didn’t see them at all for 10 years. I had one or two of the girls call or Facebook me trying to keep in touch but I wasn’t terribly receptive, I didn’t know who I was any more. I wasn’t my old self and I didn’t like the new me very much. I didn’t know how to explain what I had been doing for the last 10 years, I had no purpose, nothing exciting or interesting to talk about. I was depressed and it was simply too much work to go and make small chat. I was so far from the person I had been. I was no longer the vibrant, out going, chatty, laughing, wise cracking, successful woman I had been and to be honest I was ashamed. Tonight they are having a reunion for everyone who ever worked at Fraser Valley Foods and I was invited. I said I would be there but finances are so tight and the meal is $15. This morning I counted my dimes and quarters and thought there is no way I can go, I had $21.23 to my name. I was going to have to bow out and I was disappointed. I was finally ready to go and enjoy a night with old friends. I know who I am now and I like me, I am ready to talk about my plans for the future and I once again feel somewhat successful; at least not a failure. I am no longer ashamed of what I have been through, now I am proud of what I have survived and accomplished since. I checked my mail this morning and there was a letter from someone in the states. I opened it and out falls a cheque for $50. I cried. Just in the nick of time, I am going to the dinner and so I must get off here and get ready. Oh my what shall I wear? It’s been 18 years since I have seen many of these people!! Tell you all about it when I get back! For those of you who are afraid the old you is lost forever; you are probably right. There is a new, stronger, more confident you about to break out of its cocoon, You will be stretching your new wings in no time, don’t rush it, take the time to be the best butterfly you can be.