Beauty is whatever gives joy. -Edna St. Vincent Millay
I want to be funny.
Not ridiculous. I don’t want people to roll their eyes behind my back.
Well, maybe I do.
It’s just that I’ve been so darn serious all my life, devoting myself to striving for perfection standards in everything I do, and everything I’ve thought I should become.
Good girl. Good Christian. Good wife. Good mother. Good Christian older wife and mother. Good this and good that.
I’ve become adept at drawing confinement lines around my behavior because it takes a lot of serious thinking to work toward perfection. And a lot more serious thinking when I inevitably fail to meet my own expectations. Orderly steps, measured words, tempered thoughts, logical actions…
Except when I can’t stand myself anymore and I break into dance, song, or write silly words. Or travel. Out of my comfort zone, away from my “should life” I allow my diaphragm to relax and inhale and exhale fun.
I laugh. Full belly.
I want to be funny, because life isn’t funny if I’m not. I’m a jaw-clencher, and laughter comes hard, like rigid muscles that have forgotten how to move. Even confessing my serious nature barely initiates my moving closer to funny. Yet, from beyond the confined lines, from the infinite undefined space of thought, comes this:
Beauty isn’t beauty without joy.
Joy in me = joy in the beauty of life.
On your feet now—applaud God! Bring a gift of laughter, sing yourselves into his presence. Psalm 100:1-3 MSG
And so I pray, help me Lord, to forget the confines of the lines and the “shoulds” so I may color life beautiful today with laughter. With you.