I’ve watched a lot of Friends lately. It’s the best way to start the day, in my opinion. I recently watched the Thanksgiving episode where Monica won’t use her wedding china because she’s saving it for a special occasion, like a visit from the Queen. I laughed, but I could relate.
I’m a hoarder of candles and always stock up during the massive sales at Bath and Body Works. But sometimes I’ll splurge and pick up something from Anthropologie. You know the ones – the gorgeous silver or gold Capri Blue Iridescent jar candles. But they’re collecting dust in my cabinet. I’m saving them for a “special occasion”. A fancier than normal day – not to be used on a normal weekday or weekend. And then there’s the Chanel perfume that I only use for special nights. And the nice shoes. The nice sheets. The nice plates. The cloth napkins. The expensive lotion. The wine that cost more than $3 a bottle. The good bourbon I won’t use for my hot toddies.
Life is a special occasion. Waking up and going to work and living your life is special. It is enough. I am enough and you are enough. We are good enough to use the good shit. Pour a tall glass of champs and lather up with the Philosophy soap and dry off with the nice towels. We will celebrate the good and bad and ugly and the in between because we’re here. Our brothers and sisters are being murdered at airports and clubs and work and school and here we are, worrying about burning a good candle or spritzing on expensive perfume on the wrong day. Because there might be a better day. A special day.
But today is the day. You’re good enough – no matter what brands, other bloggers, bosses, friends, family members, strangers, assholes say. You’re good enough to reach out to a company, good enough to apply for the job or ask for a raise, good enough to ask out that guy, good enough to get what you want out of a relationship, good enough to wear those clothes or that lipstick, good enough to ask for a collaboration, good enough to have an opinion, good enough to empower, good enough to have the life you want, good enough to succeed and excel and light the fucking world on fire.
*Sometimes you have to curse, okay?