N is for New
January is a time to look back, reassess, and make changes. In my priorities. My exercise program (or lack thereof). And my writing.
As I have bumbled along my writing journey, I have stopped from time to time to consider who I am as a writer. What is my voice? My passion? My purpose? What can I add to this noisy world that is worth saying?
These exercises often depress me, because, unlike other bloggers I admire, I do not feel compelled to write about deep theological struggles or important social issues. My posts are not filled with gorgeous poetic prose, nor are they brimming with expert advice.
Where does this literary self-analysis lead? What kind of writing flows easily from my fingers and fills my creative soul with satisfaction?
If I am perfectly honest with myself, … humor.
I like making people laugh.
Let me clarify: I am not a comedian. I was never the class clown or the life of the party. But I do believe in humor. I like looking at the funny side of life.
Because let’s face it: The media is filled with news that alarms, infuriates or horrifies, and life is filled with health challenges, money problems, and cat hair on the clean laundry.
We all need to worry less and laugh more. Don’t we?
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward. ~Kurt Vonnegut
And so… I will attempt to share a laugh or two with you in the coming weeks.
I admit before I start that I cannot compete with a sneezing panda cub, or a pouncing kitten, or any of the thousands of funny vines, memes or YouTube videos. I could simply spend waste and hour or two browsing the internet and repost something that made me laugh, but that would be cheating both my readers and myself.
My goal, instead, is to point out the humor in everyday life, even when life seems unfair, frustrating or beyond our ability to cope.
Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on. ~Bob Newhart
I will leave you with an incident that happened several months ago: I pulled into the parking lot of the local WalMart and spied a truck that was quadruple-parked. In other words, the truck was parked smack over spot where four parking spaces intersect. It was a large truck—an F-250 dualie or some such—but it wasn’t so large that it needed to take up FOUR parking spaces.
My initial response: The nerve of that guy, hogging four spaces just so no one will scratch the paint on his precious truck. What a jerk!
But then I decided it was really pretty ridiculous, so I posted my sighting on Facebook and received a response that went something like this: Maybe SHE needed to buy groceries, but her car was in the shop so she had to drive THAT TRUCK.
Which got me thinking…
… She hated driving THAT TRUCK, but the milk jug was empty and there was only one slice of bread left in the drawer, so she clambered into the cab and chugged off. (I’m pretty sure a truck that large was a diesel.) She managed the turn at the end of the driveway without swiping the mailbox, wiped the sweat from her palms, strained her neck to see as far over the hood as she could, and continued on. Things went well until she got to WalMart and had a brief panic attack when she considered the necessity of parking the beast. She could barely see over the windshield, how was she supposed to maneuver THAT TRUCK into a teeny parking space without hitting something? Or someone? Eyes darting around the parking lot, she spied a section free of cars, wrestled the wheel in that direction and sputtered to a stop. She hopped out, prayed no one would recognize her, and hurried into the store …
Now, isn’t that story much better than wishing some parking-lot hog would get his fancy truck keyed for being such a jerk? I think so.
May you have a great day, and find at least one thing to smile about. 😉