One of the downsides of trying to stay on the positive side these days is that I reread some of these posts later and have the sudden urge to tell myself to shut the hell up. I sit there and think I’m coming off snotty and way too self-gradulatory. “Look at me, I can make croissants.” “Look at me, I’m SO CHEERFUL even though I have NOTHING.” “Look at me, I’m writing a book blah blah blah.” At the time, I was proud of myself but at the end of last week, I was so so sick of my own voice and sick of myself for feeling the need to boast my accomplishments here, especially when other people are rocking their lives on a far grander scale.
This particular HappinessFlash in April’s issue of “Self” makes me feel a little better at least.
Props Perk– If you worry that celebrating your accomplishments is cocky, you should know that folks who set high yet achievable personal standards and- this is key- rejoice when they reach them are more satisfied in life, writes Tal Ben-Shahar, Ph.D., author of The Pursuit of Perfect (McGraw-Hill). Those brush off their feats derive less pleasure, so pat yourself on the back.
In other news, Tal Ben-Shahar and I are now best friends forever. We plan on taking a trip to Jamaica next week and congratulating ourselves on all the fun we’re having before Taye and Whoopi show up to play chicken against us in the hotel pool (Somebody watched “How Stella Got Her Groove Back” last night, sorry).