Being with people who make me laugh, who laugh at me, who laugh with me…
It is such good therapy, folks.
Left to my own tendencies, I take life much too seriously. I look for hidden things–always searching, always questioning, always reasoning and sifting. And listen, if you could see the deep crevices of my heart, where memories and questions of Earl and Hannah and Rodger still grip me, you would spend a lot of time trying to make sense of it, too.
Life isn’t easy. In fact, it can be downright excruciating.
But it can also be warm and full of joy. If it wasn’t, I suppose the other stuff wouldn’t haunt us as it does.
So this is a reminder…to myself as much as anyone else: live, laugh, love.
Live each day to its very fullest, even if that means a mistake now and then.
Laugh from your belly (and if you pee a little, that’s okay–just laugh about it).
Love…because the greatest of these is, after all, love.