I looked in my mirror this morning after an exhausting energy upgrade. Lots of soul search. Where had my laughter lines gone? Was it time to give myself a lift?Not a face lift – a happiness lift?
I am very proud of my laughter lines. Those grooves in my face that show I have enjoyed my life. Because each wrinkle has been earned. Sometimes in the face of great challenges. I know it’s hard to laugh when there is grief and loss. Or when I’m worn down by worry or fear. Yet the best answer when life becomes too serious is a good laugh. A big chuckle. A defiant chortle. Deep, tear inducing, giggles. In fact I had to laugh when I got in work and pulled a tarot card for my day. I got one about fairy energy. It was reminding me no tot take my spiritual journey too seriously. And to find the laughter in my day.
The lines of the card description were very apt. So it was a good job that I had already arranged to go to the cinema with my daughter. That was sure to be a time of laughter. Because we went to see Cars 3. We both love Disney Pixar animatied movies. There is always something to giggle about. I sat in the dark chuckling over the jokes, enjoying the in-jokes and the little touch of adult humour that’s always there. Because life might feed me my ‘lines’ but it’s up to me how I deliver them. I can take myself so seriously that my laughter lines disappear. Or I can give myself permission to poke fun at myself.
In the end I prefer to have the joke at my expense. Because I am reminding myself to tread lightly. My laughter can take the struggle out of any circumstances. I can help myself most when I add to my laughter lines with love, kindness, and fun. Is it time to make more laughter for yourself?
Day 627 of my blogging challenge