There’s nothing quite like a class reunion to evoke nostalgia and prompt reflection. This past weekend, I attended my 30-year law school reunion in Chicago. I’m not quite sure how three decades managed to whiz by so quickly. In my mind, my time at Northwestern was just a handful of years ago. While some memories of those days have faded with time, others are clear as day - most of them good ones, though certainly not all. 

The long drive home on a gray, gloomy Sunday provided time to ponder what 55-year-old me would tell 22-to-24-year-old me if I had the opportunity. The answer is: plenty. 

It’s amazing the clarity and perspective hindsight can provide. There are definitely career and life choices I’d suggest reconsidering, though, of course, had I not followed the paths I did, I’d not be the person I am today. 

It occurred to me, though, that it’d be a shame to wait another 30 years, until I’m 85, to have a good talk with 55-year-old me. 

It’s so easy to get caught up in plodding through the day-to-day that we forget to look up and assess the path (or paths) ahead. Maybe not with the benefit of hindsight, but certainly with the benefit of the lessons life has taught so far. Probably not a bad thing to do every so often. 

This “Moore to the Point” commentary aired on NewsTalkSTL on Monday, October 30. Audio included below.