My 25th year has been a tough one so far, both personally as well as on a global context. My boyfriend is still looking for a job, I'm not really happy with my part-time job either, and so on. Plus: Trump won the presidency and the country I once thought of as a possible future home (because my boyfriend is from the US) is now ruled by someone who wants to exclude Muslims from the country, forbid abortion, stop the fight agains climate warming, and much more. It really scares the shit out of me. Will I even still be welcome there as an immigrant?
There are a million reasons to worry and be afraid and frustrated and desperate. There are so many reasons to spend every evening under a thick blanket, hoping that all the bad in the world can't reach me there. And on many days I feel like doing just this. But yesterday my boyfriend and I held a festive Christmas dinner party for friends. Despite everyhing.
And it was wonderful. We cooked for our guests and the food was great. We drank wine and talked and laughed and played games and for one evening it seemed like all the problems can't touch us. Not today. Not when we're with each other. Not when we're celebrating. The darker life and the world becomes, the more I notice the little moments of light and pure joy which make it beautiful.
So even if there are a million reasons to despair. Look for the one reason to celebrate. Even if it's just celebrating that you're still alive and sane in these crazy times. There's always a reason to celebrate. You just have to look close enough.