photo by:BGB
My family has a long tradition of celebrating miniscule holidays. Really any somewhat publically recognized holiday is an excuse to get together and eat with my cousins. Aside from eating too much there is a lot of storytelling. My Irish uncle is such a good storyteller that he can make you laugh till your face turns red and you can barely breath. When he weaves them into a story, even topics that are heavy and dark become light and funny.
Last night, as we celebrated a birthday, he told stories about all the crazy things our relatives had done. I got to thinking (again) about how we all might take the perceived outcomes of our life decisions a bit too seriously. I’m not advocating that we start making obviously stupid decisions. Rather, that we not be so afraid of what might happen if took a leap or two. In the heat of life, it feels like every decision we make is so important. What I’ve learned from sitting around the table with my family is that for the most part, we will live through things and even the really hard stuff, will eventually become playful fodder for family dinners.