Yesterday was August 15th, the day I deemed a holiday last year on my 18 going on 19 list. At the beginning of the year, I put celebrate August 15th on my list of goals. I had big plans about celebrating it, even though none of them were concrete. As the year has progressed, and as my motivation decreased, I didn't have any great plans for yesterday. I forgot it was my holiday until midmorning. And the rest of the day felt like a secret party.
I didn't write down any goals or reflect on the past year. I did go see a movie with my parents, stop by the farmer's market, see the progress on the house, and go on a seven mile run. It was a basic Saturday, but as I settled into the movie theater with a handful of popcorn, it felt like a celebration.
I didn't even splurge on a dessert yesterday, and somehow not doing that and celebrating a holiday seem incongruous to me. But I'm realizing that it's ok. Leading a good life, full of celebration and parties is a great way to live. But it doesn't always have to be loud. And sometimes celebrating something is a small feeling deep inside you that sends a thrill down your spine.
My view of celebration has changed, and I'm ok with that.
xo. Elise
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