Tonight, we’re going to a party. I feel like a teenager again and it feels like I am going to my first party without family supervision. No older brothers to keep the boys away and no younger sisters to tattle on me if I do something – fun! Still, I’m nervous. Maybe it’s because I’m going to be around my friends, not his. Maybe it’s because this is the first time in years that we’ve done this. Maybe it’s because we just don’t go out often – so many of the functions we attend are for his job or my job or to impress people or to network or something equally boring. Maybe it’s because now my friends are CEOs, owners of Top-100 companies, and military officers. That doesn’t mean I’m nobody. It takes talent to do what I do. Not just anybody can be me. Besides, if they didn’t think I was pretty impressive, they wouldn’t have invited me, would they? Still, I can’t help but feel a little nervous.
What? Really? You think I look gorgeous, even with the weight I gained? Well, then! Let’s do this thing.