Last night, my dream mantra was "CELEBRATE."
While, I wasn't sure why I kept seeing the word everywhere, I'm never one to turn down a good party-- and the highest form of gratitude, enthusiasm and EUPHORIA is to say, "hip hip hooray!!!!" regardless of circumstance....because at the very least, I know I live in a place where.....
I've got one ticket, to a roller coaster ride where dips are there to remind me that there's butterflies inside my stomach- to keep me humble and awake- where Diana Ross glam queens belt high Cs and the likes of Babe Paley's and Edie Sedgwick's are bantering in the corner car to keep things interesting- where rolling hills of candy factories serve as a background and every dip is a varying degree of Rainbow.
Where it doesn't matter whether I'm thinking inside the box, or out because wherever I am is draped head-to-toe in swirling compositions, shining prisms and Christmas ornaments, that reflect the light perfectly.
Where shades of gray are left for the soles of my dancing shoes and the clasp on my handbags. Where we have dance parties to glam-rock, while eating blueberries naked, with the windows wide open, while we dig through the dusty boxes in our brain that remembers the Jem theme song and we draw hot pink half moons on our eyes, then tip our hat at Lady Gaga for making adult face painting cool again.
Where we make 6 batches of Lemon Bars because we FUCKING CAN and because whoever gets to touch the fleshy parts will love you anyway and they'll love you even more when they're in a sugar induced euphoria caused by YOU, you're their sugar Queen.
Where every conversation we enter into makes us feel newly polished, satiated and cosmically DIVINE.
Where once and for all seeking approval of others isn't only a distant memory, but it's a sin upon the sacred CELESTIAL spirit that is encased within that transient exterior, that you have so finely perfected for the time and we can say, "AHHHH...." because we FINALLY understand that we are and always were, SUBLIMELY COMPLETE.
Where we buy balloons instead of lilies, or actually, where we buy both- where champagne is meant to be consumed, where the word "CELEBRATE" is instructed, just because.
Where reservations are unnecessary, because no matter where it is, they'll be delighted that you showed up. Where we always have a pen, a piece of paper and stoplight long enough to capture fleeting inspiration, or at the very least a person to say, "that should go in a blog."
Where Earth Angels appear in the form of snow days, life-elevating propositions, unexpected packages with Pixie Sticks on top, wild flowers and Chinese Fire Drills-- last one in the car gets to buy all of us a dozen sprinkled doughnuts.
Where everyone is granted a ridiculous nickname that can never be written, because it can't be pronounced and is said only by the most adoring of admirers. WHERE WE ARE REMINDED on a daily- that we are worthy, worth admiring and we are cherished as someones "absolute favorite creature."
Where I am a Kid and Life is a Candy Store.
Where you "let it go" for the sake of letting it grow, instead--it's okay for the ego to get demoted to the backseat for tonight. Where somewhere, someone is thinking of something even more fantastically mythical than a Unicorn.
Where YOU ROCK THE MOTHERFUCKING PATTON LEATHER PLATFORMS OFF THE CASBAH.
Where Optimism, Random Acts of Kindness and Bravery are not virtues, they are inherent to the law of existing. Where you will strive for nothing else than to find your most AWESOME rendition of Self and you will take that Self salsa dancing, then tuck it in bed after a tipsy night of drunken-self love. Where you will REFUSE to join the Square Bears when you're actually a melange of zoo animals, all shapes and sizes.
Where you will bring SOMETHING to the table-- whatever bizarre obsession, quirk or fascination that may be and you will OFFER IT UP, confidently as you were made to....
...where I give myself authority to expect the splendorous absurdity of asking for such things from myself and from all of you and I bask in it.
IT'S GOING TO BE A STELLAR WEEKEND, DON'T YOU THINK???
WHAT ARE YOU CELEBRATING?