Stranger Things Have Happened … Musings on MySpace, high school, red wine and strong coffee.

Tonight I step out of my comfort zone–the land west of HWY 85–and stepped into a place I try not to go very often: Brighton, CO.

I guess I’m there almost every Monday to pick up my three sisters from school. But I drive my parents’ car, zoom up Buckley, zip west on Southern, grab two of them and high tail it east on Southern, snag the other, and get outta town as fast as possible.


I have no idea.

Ever since I left for college, I’ve avoided Brighton.

Again, why?

Again, I have no idea.

Well, I have some ideas.

Seriously, what is it with high school? It is really such a short time in our lives as a whole, but oh the impact that it makes. And I had a great high school experience–good friends, nice boyfriend, great drama and choir programs … successful overall. So what’s the big deal about delving back into that circle?

I’m sure I’m remembered as aloof, self righteous, pretty quiet, and somewhat dramatic.

And guess what–it’s probably because I am. I was, and I still am. Difference is, now I’ve recognized it, and I’m okay with it.

As I sat tonight with a friend and chatted quietly (covering topics as different as God and wine, MySpace [and why we both have an inability to let go of our profiles, even though we don’t use it, can’t remember our log ins and haven’t changed our picture in years!!] and my Mom’s strong coffee), I mentioned to her that, here I was again, probably appearing aloof. And she said, “Well, we are!”

High school shapes us. It begins to define us–either for good or for bad. I’m sure there are people who have strong memories of me–for good or for bad. Some people probably don’t even remember me at all. Some people remember me as “the short girl who had a wheely backpack”, some more might know me as Michael’s older sister and most people probably remember me as “Conor’s girlfriend”.

But that’s not who I am–and I think that’s why it’s so hard to go back to Brighton. I’m not who I was–and I’m definitely not the person people remember me to be.

It’s good to go back and break the barrier–to realize that we all just want to connect, to relive fond memories, and share new experiences. So, here’s to a new me–a me who (hopefully) doesn’t get a knot in her stomach every time she makes a run to Brighton.

About kristinlindeen

I am Kristin. I am Erik's wife. I am Joshua, Rebecca, and Andrew's mom. I am known nationally as the "QBQ! Daughter" and keynote on Personal Accountability and the QBQ. I am certified in Myers Briggs and am passionate about helping people understand themselves and others better. I am John and Karen's daughter. I am sister to many, mentor to some, friend to others. Most defining, I am Christ's daughter, adopted by God--rescued and saved by grace. And almost every single day, I need to be reminded of that truth. Come say "hi" at and of course, browse the blog! I'd love to hear from you, so comment away!
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1 Response to Stranger Things Have Happened … Musings on MySpace, high school, red wine and strong coffee.

  1. Hey Kristin – This post is so ironic (in MANY ways!) I honestly do not remember how I came across your blog but it has been awhile (never followed though just because it was one of those things “does she even remember me?”) but reading this post made if very clear – we have more in common than I ever thought! LOL I go to Brighton once a week – I get anxious over it too. It is just crazy how High School really changes your life and then you grow up and become the “real” you! So anyways – It is me, Censie Mumby – now Sawyer. :O) Most people associated me with Melissa Struck and Jamie Sirowy. Now I am a completely different person. Your little man is adorable and I look forward to seeing him grow and grow! Thanks for this post! Oh and thanks for a great idea for a future post too!

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