Hoping to cease not till death

How are you going to celebrate your self this festive season? 

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
— Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

I guess I have to admit that this questions rankles.  The notion of "celebrating myself" in anything but a kind of Whitmanian celebration of universality - the me in everything and the everything in me- is kind of gross to me.  But I feel like this question is getting at something more Oprah than Whitman.  There is such a strong narrative in our culture now that women, especially, ought to be "celebrating themselves" as some sort of corrective for low self-esteem, or as a counterbalance to negative media imagery, or, I don't know, to distract us from the fact that we make eighty cents on the dollar or whatever.  Personally, I think we elevate ourselves through our thoughts and actions toward others.  If I'm to celebrate myself it's in celebrating my neighbor.   I treat myself with respect and dignity because I treat all with respect and dignity, and to the extent that I try and fail, I suppose I celebrate that in me which tries.  

Or, looking at the prompt from another direction, I suppose the fact that I'm participating in this #reverb12 series of prompts would be my celebration of myself -- sitting down to write about myself, my thoughts, my feelings each night.  

Also, this was written in a bleary Vicodin/pain haze.  I had a minor medical procedure earlier and I'm not quite myself.