Time to celebrate

So, last week was my convocation and in all honesty I didn't want to take part in it. Not that I wasn't glad to be a graduate, but for crying out loud, I graduated in 2012 and I've done my NYSC already so I felt a lot bigger than the occasion. Lol. All hell broke loose when I informed my parents about my decision, and I sensed I might be disowned if I didn't do the convocation for them. Yours truly eventually went for the convocation o, and in no way did I regret (infact my convocation gown is still in my room, my parents still took pictures with me up till last week Friday). Aside meeting a lot of friends and colleagues I hadn't seen since graduation, it turned out to be a time of sober reflection for me. A lot of things went through my mind as I sat there in that extra large gown that I was given (at least it wasn't as 'oversize' as my matric gown). Some of my mates had died, some had dropped out for one reason or the other, and by the way I made a very good result. *winks*. In the end I would have missed out on all these if I hadn't swallowed my 'pride' and celebrated my convocation. I've learnt to celebrate. If anything is worth celebrating, I will. Be it a new shoe, or a  long lost friend sends a text, or a new car. Anything big or small is worth celebrating.