In the beginning of my life I felt the need to be really serious but there were those times with my mom who has an incredible sense of humor and has taught me to be the first to laugh at yourself or you will be the only one not laughing. People love being around my mom!
Then there were the times when I was with my friends and we were downright goofy, having a good time and laughing. Then there was college - nights of being up all night doing crazy stupid things while laughing the entire time - using dorm shower curtains to sled ride down the HUGE hill next to the Hearnes Center at 2 am. We put them back, okay!
Believe it or not, I laughed a lot as a police officer when pulling out a dose of sarcasm, making light of some really intense circumstances. Being the only officer available (no back up) to get a call, late one night, for a fight in progress, involving 15 - 20 juveniles in the middle of a street in Lemay. I hit the lights and sirens about five blocks from the call, as any experienced police officer would do, only to pull up in the middle of 15, or so, sets of eyes staring at me as if they were deer caught in headlights. At the point when I slammed on the breaks and the vehicle came to a complete stop, my flashlight went flying to the floor board. Basically, you never want to take your eyes off of the people you are about to encounter, for safety purposes. But, dang it, I was driving and old Ford Crown Victoria with a dang bench seat. My feet barely reached the pedals - I've never been accused of being the tallest in the crowd. I believe the visual entailed my butt stuck up in the air as I was reaching for the flashlight on the floor, and then was finally able to exit the vehicle. At which point, I found myself in the middle of the crowd of angry people, with no back up. So is it really feasible for one person to take on a crowd of an angry? That is when I yelled out, standing smack-dab in the middle of this mob, "This is the point where you all need to RUN!" They did! I brushed off my hands. Got back in the vehicle and told the dispatcher in police terminology, basically, "all is well". I started cracking up. I'm sure it looked like a scene from Keystone Cops. Then there was my crazy co-worker who called me out to assist on a crime scene involving a dead raccoon in the middle of Lemay Ferry Road at 3 am. There may or may have not been some crime scene tape and photo processing.
Over the past few years I have found myself a little uptight and intense, at times - hold your commentary to yourselves. Then I recall how when it comes to me, I am going to go there again, God has a really big sense of humor. Maybe someday I may feel so inclined to write about some of the circumstances, involving divine intervention, that have occurred which have caused both me and my husband to stop dead in our tracks and laugh.
Then just a week or so ago, I asked myself why not laugh more because it feels so good and healthy.
Now, touching briefly on resolutions, I love to make resolutions every year. I find one that helps me be aware of what I feel is lacking and then resolve to do more of whatever it is. Last year it was to spend more time with my friends. I don't quite think I was as successful as I wish but it will continue, plus you can't help but have conflicts in schedules when you are dealing with people who have young children.
This year I resolve to laugh...which entails putting myself in circumstances that can elicit laughter - whether it be with the people who bring me to laughter, read a funny book, or watch a funny movie. The other night, I decided why wait. We had family game night and there was Foosball involved. I have to dial down the competition when it comes to the kids but when it is me verses my husband, no-holds-barred! Believe me there was a lot to laugh about.
More laughter just might be a wonderful prescription, a way to appreciate the present, to keep myself and those around me healthy...the options are unlimited!
Once again, I resolve to LAUGH!
With this being shared, Happy New Year - 2014!
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