Laughing at Myself
I am always laughing at myself. I think if I did not laugh I would probably cry. What can I say? I am pretty clumsy. I trip easily and spill things constantly. It is a running joke in my family. My poor nephew, I passed on the clumsy gene to him. It never fails, one of us usually spills our drink when we go out to eat. I have literally fallen down the stairs before. My daughter was about eight years old when that happened. I remember she drew a picture for me that said, “Take the elevator”, with a stick figure falling down the stairs.
We need a good sense of humor to survive this crazy adventure called life. Laughter truly is the only way to get through it. This was a rough week, I noticed I was really dragging. I wanted to call in tired nearly every day. I noticed a lot of people were feeling worn out, anxious, or just downright depressed. I had to remind myself of the movie “Inside out.” I cannot help but sometimes identify with the depressed character. There is one scene where she just lies down on the floor and the Joy character literally pulls her around by her leg. It cracks me up when I think about it. There is a quote that comes to mind by an unknown author, “As long as you can laugh at yourself, you will never cease to be amused”.
Well, that is one thing I am good at. That and self sabotage. I started off the week so motivated. It’s like I hit a wall, crashed, and burned. I want the drive again. I want that motivation. It will come again. Meanwhile, I will just laugh at myself, throwing a tantrum like a two year old. I will wipe up the coffee I just spilled, get my keys out of the fridge, and be very grateful my head is attached.