One of my SuperBetter tasks told me to toast myself. Not to wait until I had done something fantastic, but to toast myself… just for being me.
You see, every week or so, I walk by this fancy bottle of lemonade at the food store. I’ve always wanted to try it, but I told myself that I would get it the next time I had something to celebrate. I didn’t think I deserved bubbly blood orange-flavoured lemonade any more than I deserve a trophy or a ribbon or an award. Fancy drinks are for celebrations, and I have nothing to celebrate.
And it felt sort of… I don’t know… like I was tempting fate to just buy myself this product I had been saving for a special occasion. But what was I waiting for? What if I died tomorrow and never knew what blood orange-flavoured lemonade tasted like? I drove to the store and bought myself a handful of Kind bars and a fancy drink.
At dinner, I poured a bit for each of us, and I asked everyone to raise their glass and toast something about themselves. Something they accomplished, even if it was a small thing. And then I told everyone that we were awesome just the way we are, and we drank to that. In fact, we drank the whole bottle. And Josh removed the sticker for me and washed it out so we now have a fancy water bottle for the dinner table so people don’t have to get up to refill their cup.
How you like them apples? (By which I mean blood oranges.)
Go buy yourself a fun drink today and toast yourself. What small thing are you celebrating?