|Casablanca lilies and carnations.|
Mmmmmm......my house smells
I think it's important to celebrate successes, whether they are large or small. Or in my case, I practice celebrating. One definition of practice is to "repeat action to improve."
I'm a great minimizer; I minimize the effort that I put into things, as well as the achievement itself. I minimize other people's pride and happiness at my success, like it's unwarranted. Obviously it's hard for me to take a compliment.
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the hot mess it looks like in the
So I practice on myself. I take the action: I spread the news, treat myself, smile, and say thank you. But I don't feel like I've earned it. Bullshit! I wrote that novel. I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in twenty-five years. And I did a helluva lotta work on both of those "projects." If I didn't earn it, who did? I know.....in my head.....that I deserve the kudos and yeehaws. Both are big achievements. And I wish it wasn't so hard for me to feel uproariously ecstatic about my own achievements. Apparently it is.
And so I practice.
Have you had difficulty accepting success? What do you do to celebrate?
Have you been there?