Serious Tammy for a moment…
I saw this on Facebook yesterday and had to save it for here. Many of my readers have gone through some really tough times. We have all had our fair share but some have been dealt some really rough hands.
I write my blog to help others have a moment in their day to laugh or smile. Many of you know that.
There is another side of me that really tries to help offer inspiration to others and to help them see the good that is often missed in the confusion, pain, hurt, anger, you name it.
We are funny creatures. We latch on to the negative. We do this sometimes to help us get better. To find those weaknesses and move forward and improve.
Yet some hold on to the negative not thinking they are “worthy” of the positive or good things. Usually due to some assholes in their past that told them this garbage.
I find inspiration each day from many of you that are courageous to share your story. While you may not have intended to help others, you do with each post, each comment.
Today I wanted to borrow the saying above and remind each of you (and myself on occasion) that we need to always look at how far we have come, not always at how far we have left to go. Celebrate along the journey. Even a step forward is better than no step at all. And yes, two steps forward are still better even if we have to take one step back at the same time. Sometimes we forget that.
Thank you for sharing your story, and I hope I can continue to help along the way….
~~~till we laugh again~~~
Let’s face it, we all do it. We all lie about it. And we might as well come clean.There is no shame.
A friend was telling me how she scuffed up her knees when she went flying when trying to out run someone. I pictured her getting her top half too far ahead of her feet and then gravity took it from there. Face plant. (LOL – sorry, laughing just picturing it again – arms out, rolling around a few times, maybe a somersault or two). I told her I have been there so many times (I’m the family klutz). Even when we are the ones falling, we can’t help but laugh through the pain. Many a time I just sat there laughing my butt off thinking of the site I must have made.
Those around us want to bust a gut but we yell at them that they better not laugh at us. So while there is genuine concern, the belly ache is just dying to be released. You can laugh and care at the same time. It’s freaking funny.
Slap stick has been a staple of our comedy for years. We love for people to fall down, bang into walls, hit someone over the head. Yet for some reason, we let those embarrassing moments cause us to scream “Are you laughing at me?” and we sheepishly go “No, not at all” (even though our soda that just shot out our nose gave us away).
One day I was making a large drink for someone and knocked it over, spilling it all down my shirt and leg. I was so ticked off (and cold as it was a frozen drink) and we were busy and it made this huge mess. The guy I was working with just looked at me ready to die laughing but thought it might be safer for him to just look away. I looked at him and said “It’s ok, if it wasn’t me I’d be dying too.”
So I say in 2012 as part of our laugh a day, we embrace our truth. Yes! I am laughing at you. I”m sorry you got hurt, but that shit was funny!
~~~~~~ till we laugh again~~~~~