I graduated from high school with a series of parties. I mean, doesn’t everyone? We drank. We drove. Weekends were all about parties. After work was all about parties. Risky behavior abounded. We were invincible and we were the coolest people on the planet.
The parties just kept coming. Yet, I always managed to be at church on Sunday morning. Oh, and Sunday night. Wednesday nights too unless I was working. I kept the two parts of my life in compartments. I was this awesome, very involved church girl. Then I was this out of control, very involved party girl. 2 me’s which I guess became the constant in my life.