We went camping this weekend, and tonight, as I sat here recalling the weekend and feeling blue, a voice in my head asked, "Did you laugh?"
Did I laugh while we were packing the car, or driving there? Setting up the tents and getting organized? How about during the camp fire or at bed time?
I'm sure I did, but. Somewhere along the line I have started taking life too seriously.
My life is not how I want it, and it also happens to be going by too fast.
Picture, if you will, me. I am horizontal (fully clothed), my toes pointed, my arms straight up above my head. My fingers are hooked onto a clock flying at the speed of the expanding universe. My life zips by below me. It looks a little blurry.
I want to hit the PAUSE key. I want to launch my business and bond with my 10 year old who barely tolerates me lately. I want to make photo albums and show him how well he once tolerated me.
Maybe this is perimenopause. Maybe I'll feel better after a good night's sleep.
But let me tell you something. When I think back on my days, from now on, I will ask myself: "Did I laugh?" I will take a minute to remember what I laughed at. Maybe I'll even laugh again.
2 comments:
This is a great idea. I often worry my kids will remember me yelling, tired, with a frown... instead of happy and enjoying the few years we really have together. I'm going to start remembering to laugh every day.
Amen to that. I don't laugh like I used to but I do know the reason why (it's not peri-anything, either!) ;-)
For the time being, I am working on it...because I want my kids to know what I used to be like AND most importantly I miss what I used to be like.
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