You are allowed to be flat about it. Do not perform the celebration for anybody.

You also do not get to decide it was nothing. It was not nothing.
It was three years, delivered all at once, in about four seconds,
which is much too fast for a person to feel a thing that size.

Slow it down later. Some evening in the autumn it will arrive properly
and take your legs out in a supermarket aisle over nothing at all.

The Book of the Phoenix — Wall 61:2