a dose of laughter
It occurred to me that one of the qualities that serves me best is the ability to laugh at myself. I love a funny story, even if the joke is on me.
Why is this useful? Because clearly my level of general skepticism is quite low. Many of the things I find interesting, particularly with regard to health, result in a great deal of laughter when I try to explain them. Some of my old coworkers still remember me as the girl who licked a paper towel and sent it off monthly for analysis, took pills that said they were for the prostate, and drank nothing but water mixed with lime juice, maple syrup, and cayenne pepper for weeks; you can imagine the amusement there. Fortunately, I can recognize the element of ridiculousness in how things sound to someone else, laugh along, and then continue on my merry way.
This occurred to me because, for Christmas, I gave Atlas a session with an animal communicator. I thought that it would give him a chance to tell me what he likes and doesn’t like about his life – so I could make sure he’s happy. I told my neighbor about this and he joked to Atlas that I am certifiably crazy – that I seem nice, and even went to college and am clearly very intelligent, but that I am still crazy. Heh. I am glad that I can see the humor and laugh along – and then go back to being happy to finally hear what Atlas has to say.