On my way to the hospital today to see my friend’s brand new baby, I stopped at Whole Foods to pick up flowers and a card. And… obviously it seemed like the perfect occasion to grab a bottle of bubbles!!
Oh. Right. Not doing that.
Not doing “that,” that drinking thing, makes me feel like I’m not allowed to celebrate. Like, how am I supposed to celebrate, anyway? Fellow sober bloggers, I would cherish your suggestions and advice here. I know I’m probably supposed to easily feel like a piece of cake is a celebration. Or… sparkling apple cider? Ugh. I’m out of ideas. How to mark one of life’s turning points? Celebrate a birthday? A wedding? A holiday party (like the one I offered to host this year for my office prior to deciding to take on this 100 day challenge… don’t even get me started here, I’ll save that for another post…)? An anniversary? I can feel the panic setting in just trying to imagine these things.
But then, my mind says, that’s ridiculous. Because, life. That’s really the celebration, isn’t it. I’m supposed to be learning how to celebrate life. To realize that togetherness, laughter, and love is what makes a celebration. Seems hard to imagine this applying to most situations I consider cause for commemoration. But then. Then I walked into that hospital room. I held that wee little love in my arms, and looked at my best friend with admiration for what she’d just accomplished. I felt a glow. It was love. It was laughter at baby’s little wiggles. It was life.
And it was a celebration. No alcohol required.