I want to do something fun. I want to show the world that you should not– DO NOT– have to wait for something tragic to happen before opening your eyes and living your best life.
What does that mean to you? Are you living it right now?
Cancer deserves a party? Well kind of. Not really. I just love an excuse for a party. Life deserves a party. What we’ve learned from our challenges and obstacles and struggles deserves a party.
We wouldn’t be celebrating cancer. We would be celebrating what showed me that I can heal, maybe not physically (or maybe?), but definitely emotionally.
What would you be celebrating?
Cancer (stupid, ridiculous, life threatening, scary cancer) has taught me what really matters. It’s what’s teaching me how to be happy. Like, really happy (not just “I think I’m happy because I’m supposed to be”).
What would this party look like? Sparkles, for sure. I love anything sparkly, as SHL (and my iphone case) can attest to.
Balloons. No filters. Water slides? That’s what I think of when I think of fun.
Definitely good food. Green juice. Seriously. This is what I now think of as “good food.”
Cheeseburgers + juice green because life is just like that: Delicious, juicy, the worse for you the better it tastes, chase it with a green juice and believe– know– that both are vital to happiness. In other words, don’t deprive yourself but take care of yourself. It really can be done. I think. Maybe? I’m still figuring that one out.
Cocktails of green juice and smoothies with little umbrellas in them. Sun (with sunscreen). Sand.
“Real” cocktails. Something like “Angela’s Punch” from that cute little restaurant in Dublin. A little Absolut, a little green tea syrup, some plum bitters and freshly squeezed lemon juice with a sparkly soda top.
There’s that sparkle.
Donuts. Warm donuts.
Energy bites with cacao and almonds and coconut and flax seeds.
Music. Definitely music. 80’s, probably. Prince, Madonna, maybe even a Girls Just Wanna Have Fun or a Manic Monday? Mondays usually are manic, aren’t they?
Let’s have a beach party with green juice cocktails and water-slides and Madonna blasting and sparkly balloons.
Let’s not ask each other “What do you do?” “Do you have kids?” but “Who are you?” “Are you happy? What’s the best thing that you’ve ever done in the whole wide world?”
What is one thing that you would do if you didn’t have a care in the world?
What is stopping you?
Fear stops me. Doubt. I want to help people live their best lives, but I am not living mine because I haven’t figured out how to live perfectly (and of course none of us ever will). I am living better. I am living more authentically. But not perfectly.
Is this an original thought? It’s been done before, hasn’t it? People with cancer have shared their stories. So what’s so different about mine?
I want to have a party. I want to celebrate– not cancer— but life. I want to celebrate because I want life to be fun. So much of life is not fun, am I right? I don’t want to be so serious all the time (who am I kidding? I’m not that serious. But just enough so that I feel like I need a really kick-ass party). I don’t want to feel so pressured, so constrained, so worried that I can’t do x,y, or z because I don’t look the way I think I should look.
What would the cover of my book look like? How would it help? Would it help?
Where should we meet? When? And how do we get water-slides to the beach?