My birthday falls on the 13th of January so for me New Years has always felt a bit early for resolutions. I don’t really do resolutions. Instead, I set an intention by choosing a word that represents my hope for the year, and it makes more sense to align my intention with my upcoming year of life rather than just the upcoming year.
A few years ago when I was trying to get a teaching job, the word was “yes.” Yes to everything. Yes to every sub assignment that came along. Yes to every opportunity. So it’s not surprising that the next year’s word was “no.” No to everything that didn’t excite me or align with my morals and desires. It was a year of boundaries. Other words I’ve chosen over the last few years have been truth, courage, listen. This year I have chosen the word: CELEBRATE.
My intention is to celebrate. Everything. I intend to celebrate not only myself and my life but those around me as well. I want to celebrate everything big and small. You started a business? I’ll celebrate you. You washed the dishes? You better believe I’ll celebrate you. There’s a tweet by Brittany Packnett Cunninham going around that says:
This is my hope for my 35th year of life. I want to celebrate myself. I want to celebrate you. I want all of us to celebrate our people as we are, here and now, and all the intentions and dreams we’ve been lugging around. I want us to celebrate how far we’ve come and how far we intend to go. Because life is precious and short and we don’t have time to sit around waiting for people to get engaged or have babies or win awards. Let’s give each other awards. Let’s throw each other a “You Didn’t Have a Baby” shower where we give the recipient tons of booze and a pair of skinny jeans.
When I realized I was a writer, it was some of the most thrilling days of my life. I wanted to have a vocation reveal party where I baked the word “writer” into a cake or shot a cannon filled with confetti made out of shredded newspapers because I wanted to share my joy and excitement with the world. Alas, no such party exists, but wouldn’t it be far more interesting to hear about someone discovering life-long passion than the assumed gender of their baby?
I still feel this way about writing. If I can get out of bed every day and write, all is well. Notice that I’m not saying that I’m going to get out of bed and write a life-changing novel or win a Pulitzer. I don’t need that kind of pressure, and I doubt that any Pulitzer winners sat down to write with the expectation of winning an award. I write because it is an act of meditation. Writing centers me and empowers me. I haven’t won any awards for writing (yet), but the fact that I even realized this love and purpose is a win all by itself, and I will celebrate it.
And I will celebrate you. Lord knows we need more reasons to celebrate. 2020 locked us up and forced us to face the truth. The truth of our violent and racist systems that literally take lives every day. The truth of the history of inequity for people of color, Black people, Indigenous people, trans people, and the impoverished within this country that still continue today. If you were lucky, you learned the truth of yourself and how you participated in upholding these systems in place, and hopefully you learned how to disrupt it. I did, and if you did too, I will sure as hell celebrate you.
And I will keep celebrating you because we’re not done. We’re not done learning and growing. We will never be done. I intend to learn and grow until my last breath. If life is the capacity for growth then death must be when we cease growing.
So if you are alive and growing and you want to share your journey, I celebrate you. More importantly though, I want you to celebrate yourself, and I want you to tell your people about your hopes and dreams so they can celebrate you, too. We need to see each other in the process. We need to see each other’s journey because it’s hard and messy but it’s real and we’re trying. Plus we don’t need any more perfect Pinterest posts. We need joy and truth and we need it now. Not after we tidy up the house. Not after we lose 10 pounds. Now. Right now.
This upcoming year of life, my intention is to celebrate. It doesn’t matter if you are learning to bake, writing a play, practicing an instrument, or starting your own soap making business, I promise to celebrate the hell out of you (for the next year anyway 😉).