Celebrating the Halves
A year and a half ago, I made a big, scary, necessary change in my life. It feels like forever ago and just yesterday at the same time.
There’s something about marking a half-iversary that’s more personal than celebrating an anniversary. It’s a halfway point between where I was 6 months ago and where I might be 6 months from now. There are no expectations of a big celebration, no pats on the back for a job well done. It’s just me witnessing my feelings: bitter-sweet, gratitude, hope.
If you’re marking your own half-iversary today, I want to acknowledge it with you.
If you’ve quit drinking, smoking, drugging, bingeing, purging, cutting, raging, wall-building, self-sabotaging, self-hating.
If you’ve started exercising, meditating, worshipping, loving, seeing, believing, listening, seeking, feeling.
If you’ve left a relationship, a home, a shelter, a prison.
If you’ve lost a child, a spouse, a lover, a friend, a pet, a house, a job, a limb.
Whether it’s been 6 months, a year and a half, seven and a half years or twenty-five and a half years.
If it’s a happy celebration, I give you a high-five. We did it.
If it’s a day of grieving, here’s a big hug. We need it.
If it’s a little bit of both, I relate. You get a high-five and a hug.