I remember writing a ‘10 years from now’ essay for my English journalism elective class back in high school but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember a single thing that I wrote.

So the question of what one would be bringing to their tenth-year high school reunion is the usual question. I’m sure a lot of our batchmates would say an M.D., Ph.D. or other letters at the end of their names, some would say a managerial position at a big company with a whole team under them, a few would say a six-figure salary and some may even come with a kick-ass car as well.

There are some who would attend for bragging purposes while there are others who will be there to get the scoop on everyone. Ramil and I will be attending simply because we haven’t attended a homecoming in a the past few years and our tenth seemed like a good time because a lot of our batchmates would also be there.

The decision to attend comes with some kind of self-assessment and since I couldn’t very well claim to be the inventor of post-its, might as well review my life ten years after. I realize that aside from the it’s-ten-year-after-high-school realization, I am in some sort of denial that I am this old already.

So what do I have to say for myself after ten years? Well, I married a batchmate…

… and we have a smart, happy, beautiful baby…

Let’s not start on the material aspect because my salary as a teacher is not even half of some of my friends. Career is also not a topic of choice for me because although I’m happy and fulfilled being a teacher despite the low pay, I’d still rather be a full-time stay-at-home-mom if I’m asked to make a strict choice between the two.

After my self-assessment, I thought that reunion or no reunion, I’m left with questions for myself:

Am I happy? Very.

Am I content? Most of the time.

Am I fulfilled? To the brim

Well, I guess I have everything I need by my standards ten years after our high school graduation. Thankfully, I won’t have to say I invented post-its.