I am a terrible celebrator. I mean, sure if it’s your birthday, or my birthday, or a championship game I can celebrate like the best of them. But when it comes to my own wins and successes I have a terrible habit of letting them go by with little fanfare.
I know I’m not alone in this. We’ve built a society on big goals and next things. What we’ve forgotten is that the next thing big only happens because of the little steps. Each one deserving of a celebration.
Milestones Worthy of Celebration
You don’t get published until you finish a book, revise it, query, and accept rejection. Each is a step in the process of becoming published. Each should be celebrated. Writing a book is a big F***ing deal. I don’t care what anyone says. I couldn’t do it. Most people can’t. But you did. You wrote an entire freaking book. I hope you celebrated. every. single. time.
Revising a book is even harder (IMHO). How many times did you revise that book? How many celebrations did you have? I hope those numbers match. Querying. Sheesh. Querying. How scared were you when you wrote that first query and how long did you stare at the keyboard before hitting send? How hard did you celebrate? You should have.
I’m terrible at celebrating myself. I could make the deal of my career and I’d still run through my day as if it wasn’t good enough. I can be so thrilled for the author, and yet not nearly happy enough for my own role, my own success.
Which is why I’ve made a vow to celebrate harder this year. To own my successes and to remind others to own theirs. Think of the love and compassion with which you treat a toddler or a puppy. Heck, whenever Olive comes when called you would think she won the Olympics. We should treat ourselves with the same love and affection. We deserve it.