On This Day

5 Jun

It was brought to my attention by a dear friend that on this day 15 years ago, we graduated high school.  15 years ago.  Sweet Lord.

There are people who loathed high school, but I’m not one of them.  I wouldn’t necessarily go back and do it all over again (curfews, term-papers, tests, peer pressure – no thanks), but I enjoyed my time with the 100 or so classmates in our graduating class, and after being with them since elementary school, “leaving them” on graduation day wasn’t easy.  I cried like a baby after we threw our hats in the air for two reasons:  pride being the first, and sentimental attachment being the other.

When I walked across that stage (on the football field I cheered on every fall Friday night), I recall wondering where we’d all be in 10, 15, or 20 years.  Those numbers seemed like they were so far off…like they’d never arrive.  And here I sit, 15 years later, wondering how time can possibly pass so quickly.

The year after I graduated high school, there was a popular song on the radio called “Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen).”  I haven’t listened to it in 14 years, but today I did, and truer words have probably never been written.  My favorite line?  All of them.

Written by Mary Schmich:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blind sides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

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2 Responses to “On This Day”

  1. Jan June 7, 2013 at 11:06 pm #

    Beautiful words. As Polonius said to Laertes:”and this above all else, to thine own self be true. And it must follow as the sun the moon, thou canst not be false to any man. ”
    Amazing how advice given in 1600 is still true today. Except the sun screen!
    Love you my brown headed daughter.

  2. Daudi January 1, 2015 at 7:54 am #

    I stumbled across this and just realized, 7 months late, that I too graduated from high school 15 years ago, with identical sentiments as yours. Thanks for reminding me of the sunscreen song, one of lots of things from that era that were filed away.

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