i wonder what it would look like if i was more intentional about celebrating. i’m not referring to the birthdays and engagements and babies type of celebrating (although they are all wonderful in their own right). i’m talking more about the everyday celebrations, the moments that might come across to the onlooker as mundane, but are in fact intimate victories worthy of observance.
this topic has been on my mind lately, in the wake of friends losing loved ones to aging or illness. it’s not lost on me that grief is inevitable or that our lives are so very fragile. in fact, it’s the reason why i even consider celebrating the little things. we are not immune from life running its uncertain course, so why not honor those daily instances that alleviate the anxiety? why not walk away from the day with a sense of triumph?
what follows are a few of the things i celebrated this week:
the spring bounty at the farmer’s market, prepped for the week.
stretching after running.
making a now-favorite vinaigrette for all those greens.
knowing my limits in social gatherings (i.e. an early exit because of work the next morning)
a couple more gray hairs, signs of another day lived earthside.
time with friends. time with my husband.
breakfasts eaten outside in the quiet of morning.
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to celebrate. it’s a concept i hope to turn into a regular practice. being mindful of the impact the everyday victories have on my spirit and consciousness. because what a gift it is to take another breath, to live another day.
