Even though my life looks like a multi-vehicle accident on I-95 during Friday afternoon rush hour, I continue to feel pretty happy most days. And although God is apparently only checking his emails once a week as I still have not heard back from him in regards to my question, which is WTF?!? Still, I like to think that I laugh more on a daily basis than the average menopausal woman. Now I know that's not saying much and you may call me simple-minded. I admit that I'm no longer marching around twirling a baton, but still I'm able to find pleasure in the simplest parts of my day. No one is more surprised than me that I'm not under my bed right now with my friends outside in the hallway planning an intervention and arguing about who's going to pay for it. I guess that I'm not a worrier by nature, and that is a gift from God. I believe that laughter is also a gift from God. Laughter is like a noisy prayer; it's a vuvuzela of hope. The less hope you feel, the harder it is to laugh. It's almost impossible to laugh if, but I believe in doing it, even at a funeral; especially at a funeral, because laughing beats crying every time (unless I'm in the casket).
Maybe it has to do with being healthy. Research shows that healthy people are happier than unhealthy people. Or wait. Is it that happier people are healthier than unhappy folks? Did your body feeling good make you happy?