My Made Up Holiday
St. Valentine, as in Valentine’s Day.. is still on my mind – specifically, how
this holiday is named after someone. It got me to thinking, if a holiday were
named after me, what would I hope that it would celebrate? (Note that this is not an exercise in vanity, but rather, thinking about how one might hope to be remembered.)
Organization. Planning. List Making. Nah. While those are qualities that help
define me, they are not something holiday-worthy.
It has to be bigger. It has to be celebration-worthy. It should be good and the
spreading of it should be worthwhile and special.
I love to cook for friends and family. I enjoy preparing and serving. Food
brings with it a quality of connection, conversation, sharing. Sitting down to
dine with friends or delivering a meal to someone brings a satisfaction that is
just pleasing to the soul.
So I think, maybe, I would hope that a holiday named after me would celebrate
hospitality. To someone you know. Or even a stranger. Offering something to
them, for no reason in return. Just because.
What would a named-after-you-holiday celebrate?