Celebration—for myself—doesn’t come naturally to me.
If I work towards something and get an outcome worth celebrating, I am thinking, “Well, anyone would have gotten it, so it’s not that big of a deal.”
“That was the expected outcome, so why would I celebrate the minimum?”
“It’s not really that big of a deal.”
“But that other person did it better.”
“But I still have all this other stuff to do.”
“But I still haven’t accomplished everything I want to do.”
“But I could have done it so much better.”
Although I am consciously working on celebrating the small things, or the things that I can have pride in for accomplishing myself, this week the celebration is big: J and I decided to get married!
I guess that evil voice could say, “Well of course you are, you’ve been together for eight years, so of course this is the next step.”
Be gone, evil voice!