Sometimes I Forget
Other times I just don’t remember.
When I was a little kid I wanted to be a comedian when I grew up. After many years of no one ever laughing at my jokes I finally gave up that lofty ambition.
Like certain Hollywood movie producers, I have, from time to time, been accused of not knowing the difference between funny and stupid. While those accusers may be correct, I figure if at least one person laughs then it’s all good.
Laughter is very, very important as it helps to open and activate the solar plexus chakra. Rubbing your tummy in a clockwise direction also helps.
Laughter also tones the heart muscles, stomach muscles and facial muscles. Some claim that excessive and intense laughter carried out over an extended period of time can help one develop six-pack abs. I kind of doubt that.
Opening my shirt and looking at my belly I realize that I just don’t laugh enough. A little birdie told me the same thing a couple of days ago. I’m finally getting the message that I need to laugh more.
In all capital letters, I wrote, “LAUGH MORE!” on a sticky note and stuck it to my fridge. Every time I see that note I completely fail to laugh. I’m going to have to try something different.
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