I’ve been toying with adopting this as a mantra. A little phrase that will capture a bit of truth about living. A little phrase I can repeat to myself again and again. A little phrase that has the power to leave a big impact on the world.
Does it? I keep holding this idea in my hands, turning it over, and trying to get another view of it. Does celebration have the power to save us?
There are moments when life fractures a person. The worst of humanity strikes. A nightmare becomes reality. A diagnosis or a death or a lie steals away the life you knew. The world falls apart and you’re not even sure you can breathe, let alone take a step. In these moments, when the world is dark, celebration can feel just plain wrong.
But what if, what if, celebration is actually the thing that saves us.
Celebration isn’t always a cupcake.
Celebration doesn’t have to be a cheer.
Celebration doesn’t mean carefree.
Celebration takes grit. It is not only for the merry and the optimists. Celebration is for every moment of life.
This is the idea I keep wrestling with, I wake up in the middle of the night wondering if it is true, if I can stand up and say Celebrate! even when life is dark.
Christy Rush-Levine faced a dark moment last week when her school went into a soft lock down in response to a community shooting. She writes of her feelings about celebrating in the face of a tragedy. I’d encourage you to first read the news story and then click over to Christy’s blog.
It is a must read for every person who wants to make a difference.
In an email to Christy, I wrote:
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