It is Friday. Finally. This has definitely been a long week.
A week of firsts.
The first time I walked into a room of students and introduced myself as their teacher. Not the intern, the teacher.
The first time I made my own rules and people actually listened.
The first time I walked out of a bad lesson and had no other teacher to blame but me.
One day was particularly frustrating and I carried that negative undertone with me all day. What had happened? Nothing much actually, but I had allowed minor things or the minority of a really good class to get to me.
It’s so easy to let one dark spot overshadow the bright whole, isn’t it?
And yet it’s so human.
We tend to look for mistakes instead of success.
We tend to linger on our weaknesses instead of maximizing our strengths.
We tend to complain about our lack instead of enjoying the abundance we already live in. We tend to mourn instead of celebrating.
Over the last year I’ve gone back again and again to a song called “The Art of Celebration”.
It really is an art.
To celebrate no matter the circumstances.
And I am not talking about making merry and singing cheerful songs when all you want to do is cry. I am talking about singing after all, no matter how feeble the sound.
Your voice might quiver and break, but you keep on singing.
Your eyes might tear up, but you keep on looking out for the little blessings all around you. The good potential in everyone that sometimes takes a bit more time to uncover.
The energy and strength that comes from simple activities like a restful Sunday, a cup of good coffee, a few pages of a good book, a chat with a friend.
The belief that the sun is still there even though you can’t see it through the thick dark clouds.
Celebration is an art. Let’s practice it a bit more every day.
Celebrating with writing friends at Five Minute Friday today.
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Yes! Celebration is such an art! You deserve a special treat for such a week of firsts!
Thanks, Syndal!