The other night I was gazing into the wine cooler eyeing a bottle of bubbly. Not the sweet- ass bottle of Champagne that has been collecting dust back from two Valentines Day. Thinking to myself that I wanted to pop her open- but hesitated. (Say what?!)
“What do I have to celebrate?” “What made today Champagne worthy?”
Note- I am all about celebrating the mundane and everything. Like, the idea of using your nice china with special people not special occasions. Well, if I had ’nice China’. 🙂 I am notoriously throwing around phrases “You’re not guaranteed a tomorrow.”
But do I really believe this stuff I preach?
Which brings me to my beef with bucket lists. This also seems to be something like bucket lists. I kinda sorta know that the chances that I will die before tomorrow are rare. We don’t plan on dying anytime soon. That’s why bucket list don’t really work! I can put the bucket list on hold- just call Mom tomorrow- make the phone call to that woman I would love to coach- go the whopping 15 minutes out of my way to say ‘hi’ to my brother and sissy or tell that person how amazing they truly are.
This had the wheels turning upstairs. What if I asked myself every night this question of Champagne- worthiness, what would change?
“Dear self, what did you do to make this day worth popping bully? Can I celebrate doing that thing on my list that I have been or saying avoiding for weeks? Did I make today beautiful enough to celebrate its glory?”
So what ever happened with the golden bubbles? I told my sweetheart this highly dramatic dilemma that was having me question life, my authenticity & gumption- to name a few.
“What do you mean babe? We have our crazy love for each other, isn’t that more than enough reason to celebrate?”
Do you also have Macklemores gold song in your head?