Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on." -- Bob NewhartLife is absurd. It is absolutely, ridiculously absurd. If you think of it as anything less, then you need to look a little harder.
These past few weeks have been crazy, full of major ups and some downs.... I wouldn't change a thing—okay, maybe one or two things, but I'm trying to make a point here. I think I keep waiting for my life to be, even feel, normal; however, the realization that there is no such thing as a normal life is becoming clearer and clearer to me. The goal now is to become okay with that.
These past few days I have been tightroping across the abyss. Every now and then, I would slip off, catch myself by my fingers, and dangle there wondering whether to let go or climb back up. A few times, I have willed myself back on to the rope and propelled myself in motion toward solid ground. The following cycle began: slip, fall, dangle, decide, get up, move forward, repeat. Sometimes the path to the other side is wrought with slip-ups, but I am getting there.
I love comedy. I love podcasts about comedy. I love laughing. If there is one thing that has never failed me in this world, it is laughter. It has been my friend and comforter. It was my defense against being a weird little kid. "If I can make them laugh, I can make them like me," was my motto. So, I became the ham, the clown, the comedienne. It worked for me; it worked, because in a world full of pain, laughter is the most soothing salve. Finding humor in the horrible has literally saved my life on a couple of occasions. Lately, it has been keeping me sane.
So, yeah, laugh; nothing beats it.
Running. I still am not a person who is in love with running, but what I do love are the endorphins and physical benefits it produces. I got really lazy this Spring about running (and other things, but let's not get into that). Everyday, I say "today I will lace up my shoes and run again." Everyday, I do not run. SMDH! Plus, all my clothes are fitting more snuggly than I would like and I refuse to buy new ones. Though life is crazy, with school, I need to run. So, sorry there was no super profound reason for needing to run more other than general health (physical and psychological).
I'm almost to the other side of the abyss. A little cheering on would be nice. I'm just sayin'.
