It has been an emotionally rough several weeks. Nothing specific except my endless need to beat myself up. While I can make that statement, I become aggravated with my husband should he state something similar. I don’t need him to point out my failings, I excel at paying attention to my flaws. Anyway, my mood has been pretty “sucky” as they say, despite the joy of having my son home. But, he and my daughter do bring such lightness into my being.
Today was father’s day. A few of my family came for the afternoon. My dad, who celebrated his 88th birthday this past week and my mom were here. The day was pleasant but I was eager for everyone to leave so that my son, my daughter, and her friend who is staying with us for a couple of weeks could go to the movies. We decided to see Year One. My husband didn’t want to go, he is not a big fan of Jack Black’s, and these days not a big fan of mine…
I find books and movies to be a great release for me. I laughed so hard throughout the movie. My daughter was laughing at me as I was gasping for breath. I seriously related to the absurdity of many of the moments in the film. I am reminded of the time when I saw The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy and there were literally two people screaming with laughter in the theatre– me and the man behind me. I do so enjoy a good laugh. I have always been that way. When I was acting, my friends and I were always fooling around and laughing. It just feels sooooo good after a big long laugh.
I needed that laugh and the universe answered. My children are always willing to laugh along with me and so we do imitations and weird voices and faces and then laugh. Because of his musical ability, my son does great voices and dialects. He allows me to express a part of myself that has gotten lost –for that I am grateful.
Perhaps I need to rent all those crazy movies that have made me laugh hard and long. I know I need a bit of healing these days.
