Yes, I do.
A lot of people appreciate me for my humor. The ability to still laugh in the face what seems like extreme circumstances.
I believe that laughing has always been something as much a part of me as breathing or toast.
It has been hard for me to accept that part of me just gets overwhelmed.
I get frustrated.
I get scared of this situation.
As much as I rely on the laughter to carry me day to day, the tears seem to wash everything away so there is room for me to build again.
Pete was used to never seeing me cry.
If I cried it was usually BAD.
Someone had DIED. Something was WRONG.
Now, it could be a power strip fell…..I cry.
I’m out of toothpaste….I cry.
The mailman is late…I don’t cry….but it really hurts my feelings.
Maybe that’s one of the hardest changes to get used to in myself.
But I’m finding it to be one of my strengths.
The tears always come.
They DO go away.
Then the laughter comes again. There are always lamps to love.