I decided earlier this year that life is too hard and too short not to celebrate the wins when they come.
And so I’ve toasted friends' completed work projects and successful accomplishments; I’ve cheersed for good news and strong finishes and job promotions and friendiversaries; I’ve danced it out for simply making it through a difficult week. “Let’s celebrate!” has come out of my mouth more in the past three months than probably the entire three years prior.
So my recent foray into real estate called for a celebration.
A new house sits waiting for a family to call it their own, and the most adorable silver bullet camper is (finally) sitting pretty in her new backyard home.
And while I have no plans to live in either, this enormous (and—GULP—frightening) step couldn’t go by unacknowledged.
So some of my closest friends gathered to celebrate with me this weekend. These friends have encouraged me, championed me, and stood firmly in my corner as I’ve navigated all this, and I am so unbelievably grateful to have them in my life.
We filled the furniture-less house and power-less camper with pizza and wine and music and laughter and love.
We danced it out.
And we celebrated.