if you can celebrate it,
celebrate it! --
Hymn. ~ tess guinery
a few tuesdays ago i scratched up a long mental list of my goals + expectations for the day.
you know, all the per usual tuesday expectations :
+ figure out career
+ deep clean entire house
+ read three books
+ catch up with friends
+ make a healthy & impressive dinner
+ write a book
+ & some poems
+ bake some bread
+ learn something new
+ read & respond to all emails
+ oh & find some time to really rest & refresh yourself, ok?
the hours came & went & after realizing how little i managed to accomplish by noon (shocking, truly), i sat myself down in a chair, devastated, & wrote up a second draft with a single goal : be kind at the grocery store.
granted, that’s a pretty good one to highlight for the day as we’re all a bit on edge & the grocery store is probably the last place we’re storing up all our good vibes & positive energy to pour into. but i couldn’t help myself from thinking i should’ve accomplished hm - maybe 120x that.
anyways, i returned from the grocery store & realized that i wasn’t actually spectacularly kind while i shopped & probably came across as a bit of grump as i pushed my cart down each aisle. blame it on the overpriced produce.
kidding. that’s no excuse.
regardless, the day ended & a new one began the next day. isn’t that always the most beautiful thing?
& i got to thinking about this quote i wrote at the beginning of this post & yes, most days the world feels like it’s spinning out of control & people are less than lovely at the grocery store (not me, of course) & the unknown is truly terrifying & we may feel like we’re losing our footing & control on our plans so we clean a few extra closets & strive to gain some kind of grip on the areas we can,
yet, we can celebrate.
heck - if you can celebrate it, celebrate it. thank you, tess guinery.
so, allow me to take a moment & toss up three cheers for :
the books we’ve read, the hard conversations we’ve had, the dinners we’ve prepped, the pictures we’ve sent, the hobbies we’ve tried, the films we’ve watched, the apps our parents — i mean we’ve figured out how to work, the connections we’ve made, & all the things we’ve learned.
i’d like to celebrate how, even now, we’re seeking & understanding, almost or almost always breaking down (both are ok, i do them frequently), paying attention & actually slowing down.
for now, that’s enough.
if i do more than celebrate in a day, it’s a good day.
but if all we get done in a day is celebrating the moments in a hundred different ways, by waving to our neighbor across the street, writing a letter, painting a picture, hugging our kids, it’s a really good day. & at the end of the day, it’s the spirit behind it that matters.
we’re slowing down & we’re paying attention & we’re trying to be kind
& that’s a prayer. a hymn. a life. a swarm of moments worth celebrating.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.