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Learning to Celebrate Yourself : The Lost Art of Meaningful Celebration


When we were kids, celebrating came easily. I still remember how Christmas used to feel as if magic was in the air. We didn’t just wait for presents; we waited for the feeling to come. The smell of chapati and nyama choma, cousins running around, and laughter that didn’t need permission.

We didn’t realize at the time, but we were learning something more profound: that what we celebrate shapes who we become.

As adults, many of us have forgotten that rhythm. We have exchanged meaning for marketing. We celebrate what the calendar tells us to celebrate—Easter sales, Valentine’s discounts, Mashujaa Day memes—and somehow, the spark feels dimmer each year. The truth? What and how you celebrate reflects what you truly value.

The Celebration That Shaped Us

Let’s start at the beginning.

Growing up, Christmas wasn’t just a holiday; it was an event. We looked forward to it with anticipation that made the year easier to get through. The story we heard was simple: family, food, and fun. And mostly, it worked.

But here’s what I realized much later: nobody ever taught us how to keep that spirit alive after the season ended. Families met, laughed, and parted again—sometimes not speaking until the following December. The celebration, which should have strengthened the connection, became a once-a-year ritual rather than a way of life.

That’s what happens when we allow systems to decide what’s worth celebrating. They turn something sacred into something scheduled.

It’s not that we stopped celebrating; it’s that we forgot why we do it.

How Our History Rewired Our Joy

Now, allow me to go a little deeper—because this part of the story isn’t just mine; it’s ours.

We come from a lineage that knew how to celebrate meaningfully. Our ancestors didn’t just throw parties—they marked transitions. Births, harvests, marriages, initiations, victories—each one tied to identity, belonging, and gratitude.

Then came disruption. Colonization didn’t just take land; it stole the rhythm of our joy. It replaced traditions with transactions and told us our ways were backward. Celebrations that were once honored by the community were labeled “primitive.” What replaced them? Holidays designed to sell products and shape behavior.

By the time independence arrived, many families were left with fractured identities. Our grandparents carried unspoken pain—men stripped of their authority, women silenced, families displaced. That trauma still influences us today. You can see it in how we celebrate—loud on the outside, hollow on the inside.

Celebration, once a declaration of “we are,” became a coping mechanism: “we’re fine.” Yet here’s the beautiful thing—what’s learned can be unlearned. We can rebuild celebration as a spiritual discipline, not a seasonal distraction.

Redefining Celebration: From Consumerism to Connection

So how do we reclaim it?

First, realize that celebration is not a luxury—it’s identity maintenance. When you celebrate intentionally, you communicate to your brain, “This is who I am becoming.” You affirm progress over perfection.

Let’s talk neuroscience for a moment. Every time you complete a habit—like exercising, reading, or praying—your brain releases dopamine, the feel-good chemical. That’s your internal celebration system. When you take a moment to recognize what you’ve accomplished, you reinforce the habit and boost motivation for the future. But if you skip celebrating, your brain forgets the reward, and your motivation fades.

That’s why I tell my clients: celebrate the small wins like you would the big ones.
Did you drink your water? That’s a win.
Choose calm over chaos? That’s a win.
Showed up when you didn’t feel like it? That’s a big win.

True celebration isn’t about excess; it’s about acknowledgment. It’s saying, “I see you, self. You’re growing.”

Second, make your celebrations value-driven. Tie them to what matters. If family means something to you, don’t just buy gifts—spend time. If my value is connection, the celebration might be a phone call to a friend, not an expensive gadget. If my value is growth, the celebration might be finishing a chapter in a book, not buying more books. When you tie celebration to your rooted values, you shift identity: you become someone who honors growth and presence.

Third, make celebration habit-focused. Don’t wait for milestones to throw a party. Life happens daily. Joy is built, not bought. Every small act of gratitude is a brick in the temple of your becoming. Don’t let celebration be noise to drown out your fatigue. Let it be a moment of presence: “I’m here. I did this. I matter.” Pause, breathe, feel gratitude. Your ancestors knew this. It wasn’t just song and feast—it was memory and future in one breath. Celebrate transitions. Celebrate identity. Celebrate self.

Healing Through Celebration

When a people lose their way, they stop celebrating what’s sacred. They mock it, minimize it, or outsource it to someone else. But when they begin to heal, they rediscover the power of pause. They dance again. They laugh again. They tell stories again. They remember.

Celebration isn’t an escape from pain—it’s the proof you’re bigger than it. When you celebrate, you anchor your soul in gratitude, not grief. So, if you’ve been feeling disconnected, anxious, or empty lately, maybe it’s not that you’re broken. Maybe you’ve just forgotten how to celebrate yourself.

Your Turn: Relearning the Art of Celebration

Here’s your invitation this week:

  1. Identify one thing worth celebrating — not because it’s perfect, but because it shows growth.
  2. Choose how you’ll celebrate — quietly reflect, call someone, cook your favorite meal, write it down.
  3. Anchor it to a value — ask yourself, “What does this say about who I am becoming?”
  4. Repeat daily—this isn’t a big event; it’s a lifestyle. Which means you’re building identity, not just collecting moments.

When you do this intentionally, you’ll begin to feel something powerful—a return to your true self because real celebration isn’t about noise, money, or performance. It’s about presence. And that’s what our ancestors understood. They celebrated not to escape life, but to honor it.

So this week, before you scroll, before you buy, before you move on—pause. Celebrate something that reminds you who you are. Because when you celebrate right, you heal right. And when you heal right, you live free.

Call to Action:
👉🏾 Share in the comments or with a friend: What’s one small thing you’ll celebrate this week?
👉🏾 If you’re ready to build habits that make celebration a lifestyle, not a holiday, join my next Habit Coaching Program (+254724328059). Let’s rebuild joy—intentionally.

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