You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
When I get amazingly, fantastically, scream-into-a-pillow good news, I don’t act calm. I don’t “process.” I don’t reflect.
I grab my phone like it’s part of the victory ceremony.
Because obviously—I have to tell my people.
The first move? Text or call. Rapid fire. Mom. Hector. My roommate. My friend. Not in a sweet, orderly, “let me start with the most important person” way. No. It’s based purely on one thing: who is most likely to answer immediately.
This is not the time for voicemail.
If my mom picks up, I already know she’s about to react like I just won a Nobel Prize, an Oscar, and America’s Next Top Model all at once. Hector gives me that proud, steady hype that makes me feel like, yes, I am that girl. My roommate? Instant chaos energy. We are pacing. We are squealing. We are planning outfits for a celebration that may or may not exist yet. And my friend will match my energy down to the exact number of exclamation points.
I don’t just want to share the news—I want to feel it bounce back at me.
Because somehow the joy doubles when someone else gasps. It triples when someone says, “I KNEW IT.” It becomes official when my mom tells three other people before I even hang up.
So yeah. The first thing I do when I get incredible news?
I call the people who make it louder.
