Sunday, January 1, 2012

Resolving to Laugh

2011 was a serious year, at least for me. When I say it was a serious year, perhaps what I mean is I took it too seriously. I have serious cases, my friends and relatives had serious illnesses, the world had serious financial issues. In 2011, I took myself very seriously.

At the end of 2011, yesterday, I seriously wanted to punch some lawyers and their clients in the face, metaphorically speaking of course. I have clients with serious problems who want serious help from me. I have family members with serious issues and concerns and they deserve serious help from me. 2011 was a year of serious financial concerns to Americans in general and people close to me, specifically.

We have serious issues to address, poverty, hunger, injustice. And on the last issue, injustice, I fancy myself as a serious advocate of justice for my clients. And this last year, I have looked at all the issues in my life, and most of my relationships, whether professional or personal, in a very serious manner.

My mission this year, should I choose to accept it (yes, I just saw Mission Impossible again) is to laugh as much as possible. I understand the caveat, however, which is to endeavor not to laugh at inappropriate times.

I want to guffaw again. I love guffawing. I love making others laugh, too. Sure life and our work is very serious (unless you who are reading this is either a comedy writer or a speech writer for Newt Gingrinch or Donald Trump. In fact, how is someone named Newt Gingrich or Trump even taken seriously, but I digress.)

Laughter makes me human. Laughter allows me to enjoy life. Laughter makes this world bearable. I love to laugh and I laugh to love (how corny). I resolve in 2012, the year the Mayans predicted Armageddon, to laugh daily. There, I said it. That is my goal. We'll see how this works out. Ha!

And since we are talking about the future, I will leave you with this thought. I hope to die the way my joyous grandfather left his life. I want to die in my sleep, just like my grandfather did. I do not want to die yelling and screaming, like the passengers in his car.

With that, I wish you a joyous, happy, laughing new year!

1 comment:

  1. Wow. Was the grandfather bit at the end a joke? It didn't feel very funny. No, not a bit. Maybe you need to clarify that a little.