It’s Day 1 of my quest to do something new, fun or challenging every day. It also marks the day I received the first copy of my novel in the mail. It seemed worth a toast to me! And what could be more delightfully stereotypical for toasting than the granddaddy of French champagnes, Dom Perignon?
I’m sure Dom isn’t what the cool kids are drinking these days. I believe I revealed myself for the square I am with the very term cool kids. And by calling it Dom. Then there’s the use of the word square. So here’s the thing: It took me a half-hour at BevMo! to screw up the courage to pay $114 for one bottle of champagne. I don’t know why it was so hard. It’s not like I can’t spend it, or like I never dole out money. Just yesterday I handed over $20 for my son’s lunches, $75 for his yearbook, and slapped down my Visa for $175 in new school clothes. Never flinched.
But I never spend that kind of money on me…at least not on a luxury item. I only went through with it because the BevMo! salesgirl shamed me by being thrilled when I told her I was celebrating my new novel.
Alas, you can lead a writer to Dom Perignon, but you can’t make her drink. I bought it, and I’ll have to claim that as my victory. But I couldn’t waste a bottle of Dom on a Monday. It seems strange just to toast ME. So it sits in my closet…waiting for me to discover my inner Clairol-girl and decide I’m Worth It.
So I wonder, do you ever have a hard time treating yourself? Is it easier to shower attention and gifts on your kids, family & friends than on you?