Here I was, January 3rd, short of skipping down the hall with exuberance, ready to share some exciting news with my husband, when as I rounded the corner of our bedroom and my eyes landed on him, my mouth clamped shut.
Gasp! Was I just about to do what I said I wouldn’t do (as part of my January themes)? Mainly, fish for gold stars?
A Happiness Project Quandary
As a substitute for sharing my – what I thought – was exhilarating news, I launched headlong into my newfound quandary instead.
“I was coming here to share a new idea which I think is fun and brilliant. Admittedly, I am rather proud of myself and wanted to show you when I realized maybe this was asking for praise, and I said I wouldn’t fish for gold stars.“ I stopped and took a large breath before pursuing. “But, you see, this ‘thing’ IS exciting for me, and my intention was not to ask for praise but instead to share my inspiration. Now, I am not sure I should.”
I internally, maybe even externally, let out a big sigh as my shoulders slumped forward.
My husband, eyes smiling, rebuffed “I think you are overanalyzing this.”
“Am I?” Quick mental check. “I am.”
Sharing the News
I proceeded to show him my newest creative project: small – and let’s not forget adorable – laminated*, tabbed folders to use in my wallet to replace my ugly, neon green, thin, falling apart cardboard ones.
You see, we budget by using an envelope system, and I need a way to keep my categories straight. Because of my personality, while I like practical, I believe “adorable” does not hurt.
The previous night, I had stayed up till ten to create and finish these folders, and I had no regrets, I love them.
I not only proudly opened my wallet to share my new creative endeavors with hubby, but the kids also got a peek. One of my twins gleefully exclaimed, “I love them!” Ha! A man after my own heart.
Also, in case you wonder, hubby was appropriately excited as well. After all, the man has been married to me just short of twenty-five years, he knows the drill by now.
*By the way, I love my laminating machine.
Fish for Gold Stars: Moment of Truth
Honestly, I was not after the praise nor was I on a fishing expedition for gold stars, although I won’t lie, I unashamedly enjoyed the gushing.
I genuinely didn’t care to be praised. I like my pretty laminated folders and don’t care one iota if anyone else does. It is the giddiness I wanted to share, and share I did.
By the way, aren’t they cute?