After a week that felt like a never-ending battle of me vs. the world, I had a vision. And no, it wasn’t one of those poetic, peaceful epiphanies where the clouds part, and everything suddenly makes sense. Nope, this was more like a sassy, sparkling revelation delivered straight from the universe.
It came after one of those weeks, you know the kind that has many curveballs hidden into it. The kind where every step forward feels like dragging a cement block, and people around you feel the need to chime in with unsolicited advice. You should calm down a bit. Why don’t you just take it easy?
Or my personal favorite: Maybe you’re a little too much sometimes?
By Friday, I was at my limit, sitting in the quiet, contemplating whether I should actually tone it down. Was I too much? Should I try to be more… mellow? Just as I started spiraling into this dangerous game of self-doubt, the vision hit me.
I wasn’t sitting in my living room anymore. I was standing in a room full of people holding delicate little teacups, sipping carefully, trying not to spill, speaking in hushed tones about how lovely and calming tea can be. And there I was, holding a bottle of champagne, ready to pop.
That’s when I realized: I’m not tea. I’ve never been tea. I’m champagne.
Champagne doesn’t apologize for being loud. It doesn’t sit quietly in a porcelain cup, hoping not to offend anyone. Champagne is bold, fizzy, and unapologetically celebratory. It shows up, makes an entrance, and reminds everyone that life is meant to be lived and with a little bit extra.
I don’t think the people sipping their tea quite knew what to do with me in that vision. Some looked horrified, clutching their cups like they’d witnessed a scandal. But others? Others raised their glasses, leaned in, and smiled. And those were my people, the ones who didn’t care if things got a little messy, as long as it was fun and uplifting.
When the vision faded, I was back on my couch, laughing at myself. Was it dramatic? Sure (just because I can). But it reminded me of one simple truth: I’m not here to be calm or “less.” I’m not here to be everyone’s cup of tea. And why would I be, when being champagne is so much more fun because it is in my roots?
So, if you’ve ever felt like you’re “too much” or someone tells you to tone it down, let me save you some time. Don’t. The world doesn’t need another teacup trying to blend in. It needs champagne, corks popping, and people unafraid to sparkle a little brighter and make the world a happier place.
And to the tea-drinkers who can’t handle it? That’s fine. They can sip away in their corner while we raise our glasses and toast to being unapologetically ourselves.
Cheers to the fizz, the sparkle, and the boldness to never, ever water ourselves down 💃💃
