What do you get when you combine eating Yamatoya in the park on 40th Avenue, a movie, a sunset stroll in Campbell Creek and ice cream? After Sunday, I call it the perfect date evs. No really, evs.
And for all the days since I just can't be bothered with drama. Mine or anyone else's. I have a new goal-to handle everything (even more than I already do) with an incontrovertible sense of humor.
I may have stated this deep seeded belief previously but I feel it is an appropriate time to reiterate: I truly believe that you must, must, must be able to laugh at yourself. I told Oliver (my Sunday date) that I am smart but can sometimes be a bit of a moron. I guess you could say, he was warned. Maybe that is the wrong thing to tell someone on a first date but it just explains so much about the "awkward turtle" that rears its ugly head every so often with some previously rejected fragment of a thought and then turns to hide because, "I'm sorry, what was that." I say the silliest things.
This shortcoming like (most) all of my others is funny to me. Not only shouldn't you cry over spilled milk but you should clean it up laughing. After all "gravity is a bitch" is always the appropriate response to someone who asks you if you're losing it while you're hysterically laughing for no immediately apparent reason. Right?
The old adage that laughter is the best medicine...well, it's a cliche because it is true.
Laughter made my day today. It makes my day everyday.
Don't be afraid of laughter. Let it make your day.
Sara
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