Here's a personal question for you: do you celebrate your successes and milestones? And if you don't mind my asking. . .how?
The reason I ask is that I need to learn this. I have a hard time stopping, relaxing, celebrating the good stuff. One time, the usual carton of freshly minted books arrived from my publisher and after the delivery guy set it down in my front room, I scooted it out of the way with my foot, and started to walk away. Suddenly I stopped and said to myself, "What are you doing?! Those are the first copies of your new BOOK!" I made myself turn around, go back, open the carton, pick one up and, I dunno, pet it.
Pitiful! Absolutely pathetic!
One of our friends here, Sally, celebrates each of her novels by going out and buying herself a pretty pair of earrings when a new book comes out. Sally, if you're reading this today, do you still do that? I always loved that tradition of yours. It's small, but it's yours, and it marks every lovely literary milestone in your life.
My family celebrated things we didn't have any control over, calendar events like birthdays or Christmas, but not anything that any of us did, if you see the difference. Cake for getting older, but not for getting promoted, in other words. Maybe I swallowed a little too much of that hook, line, and sinker. We were encouraged to be quiet about our own and each other's accomplishments. Maybe too quiet?
Do any of you have ways you celebrate the good stuff? Do you celebrate it? Any traditions akin to Sally's earrings? How do you get yourself to absorb the happy fact that you DID it, you really, finally, and in spite of everything, did it?
How would "Matt Daimon" celebrate it? :)