I’ve had a good week full of good news so you would expect me to be running around like Marco Tardelli
In fact I’m more of a Denis Law.
For those unable to see the videos, or have no desire or knowledge of football celebrations, rather than running around screaming in ecstasy I’m playing it a bit more cool.
One of my favourite poems is If by Rudyard Kipling and one part resonates with me:
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
After being in the deep valley of disaster I now treat the mountains of triumph with a bit more respect as I don’t want to be caught out by the avalanches of hubris that can hit you from behind on the way down. Any good news needs to be dealt with in the same way that you would receive the bad.
I now take a practical response to good news. What does it mean for me, what problems will it raise, how do I need to change, what preparation needs to be made. Even the news of the impending bundle of DNA was dealt with in a functional manner, yes I was happy and excited but also I couldn’t go overboard. It seems that I’ve had all the celebration beaten out of me.
I remember the days of screaming at a penalty shoot-out, or fist clenching after beating someone at Fifa. Nowadays I have more of a relief that I didn’t fail. The excitement I had at completing a track on Rock Band’s expert mode is now replaced by the anger that I didn’t hit every note (and even when I get 100% I feel more that this is something I should be able to do rather than a reason for joy).
Even the thought of winning the lottery fills me with dread, I’ve spent many hours worrying about what I would do with the sudden jackpot. Am I dividing it up fairly among friends and family, how would I tell people, how long would it last. This could be the reason I don’t do the lottery as it is one less thing to get stressed over.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Celebrate Good Times.”
You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate?