Celebrate good times
I got thinking about celebrations today. Not major milestone occasions like birthdays or weddings (tho of course wedding fever is in the air in my family), but the small things that often go unnoticed.
My mother got the cast off her arm this week having broken her wrist 5 weeks ago. It’s not fully healed so she still has to wear a splint but getting rid of the cast gives her back a certain amount of mobility. Worth celebrating? I tried tracking down the people who had been in Belgium with me on AFS over 10 years ago - I managed to find about 10 of them and have exchanged email addresses and restarted communications. How about that? Is that worth celebrating?
As children we rejoiced over every accomplishment as though we had walked on the moon. Every task successfully completed was call to show Mummy and Daddy and get a hug. But as we get older we lose that enthusiasm and only think of the big things as worthy of celebration. In the process I think we lose a little of ourselves.
Life’s accomplishments, like many other things, seem to follow the 80/20 rule. 80% of our life’s achievements are a result of only a small portion of the things we do. Those are the major moments that we have no problem celebrating. But what about the millions of little things that fill the rest of our life? The little things that help to make us who we are may in fact be more important than the one-off landmarks that we choose to let define us.
Just a thought.
Right now I am feeling kindathoughtful...
