Sometimes the negative things that happen in life are the ones that make us sit down, pop a bottle of champers and take stock of how far we have come.
At this very minute, I am sitting by my lonesome on the damp, musty carpet of my house at 9 am on a Wednesday, sipping on a bottle of Moet and Chandon that was gifted to me by the Tribe Hotel. I am celebrating nothing in particular, but at the same time, everything in general.
See, about twenty five hours before this, I woke up to my apartment flooded with water following an incident with my upstairs neighbour’s plumbing. After trying to mitigate the situation, assessing the electrical and structural damage, as well as what devices will need fixing or replacement and what books and documents I lost, I became suddenly overwhelmed, stopped what I was doing, sat on the couch, and my mind did this thing where it shut down and I spent the next hour staring into space. When I finally snapped out of it, the first thought that occurred to me was, “I should celebrate. Is it too early to pop champers?”
See, in that moment, I was overcome by an insane rush of gratitude, that even I didn’t quite understand. Usually, I would have succumbed to a state of questioning, and lamenting at yet another negative thing happening before the year ends. I have been trying my best to collate as much positivity to ride out the last month of the year. 2017 has been quite the ride, with some unfortunate occurrences; death of a loved one, debilitating heartbreak, quitting a job and at some point grappling with paralyzing self-doubt and a fear of failure.
But maybe it’s the new practices I began this year that made the difference. Meditation, practising daily gratitude, watching and sharing lame dad jokes on Youtube, trusting my gut more, listening to the divine more, trusting my work more, and being kinder to myself have all slowly been changing the way I deal with life’s ups and downs. And that alone is cause for celebration.
This year seems to have just disappeared in front of my eyes. Many of the goals I had set out for myself are nowhere near being realised, but I do recognise that I am a very different person from whom I was then and the biggest thing is, I actually really like this person. The tone of voice used on myself used to be harsh and critical, and because of this, I projected that voice onto everyone around me, imagining that my perceived flaws were glaring at everyone. But now, with all that 2017 has been, I can’t help but want to celebrate this person that I’m becoming.
Normally, celebration comes with company, food, drink and merriment. In my case though, I am loving the prospect of celebrating myself, by myself, and appreciating all that life has offered up until this point, whether good or bad.
I am celebrating the fact that I feel as deeply as I do, and because of that, my experiences of people, places, and the world around me are immensely rich and textured. I am celebrating that in changing how I see things, shifting experiences – good or bad – from life happening to me, to life teaching me, I am more appreciative of where I am, and I can only hope that as we close out the year, you too have much to celebrate; whether your family, friends, your work, your experiences, fortunes or misfortunes, but most of all, spare a little time to toast to the magic that is you.