Celebrate EVERYTHING
"Each time I walk into my apartment - even if I've been gone less than a minute - my three dogs leap on me, kiss me, lick me, wag and bark, and show me their chew toys. I find it inspiring: Life throws a lot of junk in your direction, so you might as well get your kicks when you can. Now I try to acknowledge every small-but-happy event (my kids' half-birthdays, good doctor's visits, even when a mosquito bite stops itching) with at least a cheerful word or gesture. I believe that if dogs could speak, they'd say, 'You should have a cupcake for that.' That's a world view I can get behind."
(Real Simple. January 2011, p. 60)
My husband and I often disagree on what constitutes a special occasion, for the most part it is because he never wants to open the 'good wine' he always says we need to save it for a 'special occasion'. For example, a couple weeks ago, on a Thursday evening, I made myself a nice dinner and decided to pair it with a glass of Chianti. Let me premise this by saying Alex took all the 'good wine' to Russell so I wouldn't drink it all to myself... or so I thought! He left behind one bottle, the 1997 Chianti Classico Riserva. I only had 2 glasses that night. The next evening, Friday, when Alex got home I asked him to pour me a glass of wine and that is when he saw the half empty bottle of Chianti sitting on the wine shelf! There was enough for us each to have one glass, although I offered mine up to him as I already drank the first half of the bottle. He later informed me the wine was worth $240!! oops!! I guess that explains why I was blown away by how smooth and flavourful it was (for a Chianti).
That accidental opening, though, made us appreciate the day, and each other's company that much more than normal (especially now that we live 4 hours apart and only see each other on weekends). We sat and drank and talked and joked with each other for the half hour or so it took us to drink the wine, it became a special occasion... well, for me anyways!
So, I suppose Life Lesson #4 only strengthens my argument that every day is a special occasion.
"Each time I walk into my apartment - even if I've been gone less than a minute - my three dogs leap on me, kiss me, lick me, wag and bark, and show me their chew toys. I find it inspiring: Life throws a lot of junk in your direction, so you might as well get your kicks when you can. Now I try to acknowledge every small-but-happy event (my kids' half-birthdays, good doctor's visits, even when a mosquito bite stops itching) with at least a cheerful word or gesture. I believe that if dogs could speak, they'd say, 'You should have a cupcake for that.' That's a world view I can get behind."
(Real Simple. January 2011, p. 60)
My husband and I often disagree on what constitutes a special occasion, for the most part it is because he never wants to open the 'good wine' he always says we need to save it for a 'special occasion'. For example, a couple weeks ago, on a Thursday evening, I made myself a nice dinner and decided to pair it with a glass of Chianti. Let me premise this by saying Alex took all the 'good wine' to Russell so I wouldn't drink it all to myself... or so I thought! He left behind one bottle, the 1997 Chianti Classico Riserva. I only had 2 glasses that night. The next evening, Friday, when Alex got home I asked him to pour me a glass of wine and that is when he saw the half empty bottle of Chianti sitting on the wine shelf! There was enough for us each to have one glass, although I offered mine up to him as I already drank the first half of the bottle. He later informed me the wine was worth $240!! oops!! I guess that explains why I was blown away by how smooth and flavourful it was (for a Chianti).
That accidental opening, though, made us appreciate the day, and each other's company that much more than normal (especially now that we live 4 hours apart and only see each other on weekends). We sat and drank and talked and joked with each other for the half hour or so it took us to drink the wine, it became a special occasion... well, for me anyways!
So, I suppose Life Lesson #4 only strengthens my argument that every day is a special occasion.