As we get older, opportunities to shout from the rooftops in pure glee diminish.
Successfully got to work without spilling coffee on yourself? Keep it to yourself.
Totally nailed that presentation? Well you should, it’s your job after all.
Managed to keep your house clean for a week? Good for you, you’re a freaking adult.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you. But I’m kind of tired of it because let’s face it, life can be h-a-r-d. Why can’t we celebrate all of the small and big nuances of life? Or for that matter, anything I damn well please?
You see, my outlook on life (and this whole “adulting” thing) is shifting. Far too often I’ve found myself quelling my joy and focusing on the negative. And if I linger in that state, it slowly eats away at my being and I sink into a place I’d rather not be. Depressed. Grumpy. Pessimistic. BUT I AM OVER THIS.
I don’t want to dwell in the negative as it doesn’t do anyone any good. And I don’t want to be ashamed of rejoicing in the highs, because if we can’t celebrate, what’s the point? So what if we changed how we approach life and take every opportunity to celebrate, no matter the size? That happiness would be contagious.
Proudly celebrating life shouldn’t be confused with bragging, but instead it’s recognition — and living — one’s own life. Don’t let a minute pass you by.
As I think about what I want to teach this little human that’s growing inside of me, I want that kid to radiate positivity, to know that life is about celebration and laughter, and to simply smile. And that’s exactly what we did last weekend.
My sister went completely above and beyond as my family gathered to celebrate a huge life milestone. With one pop of a balloon, it became official…
In July, we’ll be welcoming a BOY to the world!
That moment will go down as one of the most delightful, surprising, and emotionally overwhelming moments in my life…probably on par with finishing an Ironman (maybe it was the hormones). So here’s to the celebration and to not being afraid to shout life from the rooftops!