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Ever had one of those moments when something strikes you as so funny that you can't stop laughing? I've had three episodes of uncontrollable laughter in the past few months; the first one I can't even remember what it was that was so funny. No, wait...I do remember what it was. It was this stupid YouTube video: How to move a couch
I was at work when I watched it (I know, so typical right?) and got the giggles so bad that my co-worker (aka ex-husband) came downstairs because he thought I was crying. I couldn't even stop laughing to talk to him. It was that kind of laughter that is just skimming the border between laughing and crying...nothing I did could squelch it.
The second time was just recently. Actually, just on Sunday. And it was this that did it: Meditation Guide (all of Jason Headley's web-shorts are well worth checking out, imho) I watched it lying on the couch after a long and stupid day in pain and on crutches battling with life and the f*ers in it. It was the perfect antidote to all that was bringing me down in that moment and left me laughing to tears for a few minutes.
The third time was just today. And, it was a story my mum told me as she sat poolside during my poolrunning session. She caught me off guard. I laughed so hard that my laugh became silent. I had to grab the side of the pool because I couldn't stay afloat.
My mum and I haven't always had the best relationship. Despite both of us wanting to be close to one another we have always seemed to speak different languages when it comes to love and support; we rarely connect the way we wish we could. But, one of the most wonderful by-products since I left my marriage has been the metamorphosis of our relationship into something that has never been before. We get along better. When we're together, we still get annoyed, but she's different with me and I'm different with her.
Today didn't start out great. I lost my temper with the kids last night and hurt my leg. I was grumpy and depressed about my situation and all the pain this morning and feeling like I just can't do it. Feeling like I'm not strong enough to persevere anymore. Nothing is different this afternoon; I'm still a single mother, I'm still navigating work, school and life on my own without a partner or any support at home, I'm still missing running, and still so unsure about my future in every single way. But, I'm smiling because for the first time in a long while I can say that my mum made me feel better. My mum made my day.
I was at work when I watched it (I know, so typical right?) and got the giggles so bad that my co-worker (aka ex-husband) came downstairs because he thought I was crying. I couldn't even stop laughing to talk to him. It was that kind of laughter that is just skimming the border between laughing and crying...nothing I did could squelch it.
The second time was just recently. Actually, just on Sunday. And it was this that did it: Meditation Guide (all of Jason Headley's web-shorts are well worth checking out, imho) I watched it lying on the couch after a long and stupid day in pain and on crutches battling with life and the f*ers in it. It was the perfect antidote to all that was bringing me down in that moment and left me laughing to tears for a few minutes.
The third time was just today. And, it was a story my mum told me as she sat poolside during my poolrunning session. She caught me off guard. I laughed so hard that my laugh became silent. I had to grab the side of the pool because I couldn't stay afloat.
My mum and I haven't always had the best relationship. Despite both of us wanting to be close to one another we have always seemed to speak different languages when it comes to love and support; we rarely connect the way we wish we could. But, one of the most wonderful by-products since I left my marriage has been the metamorphosis of our relationship into something that has never been before. We get along better. When we're together, we still get annoyed, but she's different with me and I'm different with her.
Today didn't start out great. I lost my temper with the kids last night and hurt my leg. I was grumpy and depressed about my situation and all the pain this morning and feeling like I just can't do it. Feeling like I'm not strong enough to persevere anymore. Nothing is different this afternoon; I'm still a single mother, I'm still navigating work, school and life on my own without a partner or any support at home, I'm still missing running, and still so unsure about my future in every single way. But, I'm smiling because for the first time in a long while I can say that my mum made me feel better. My mum made my day.
posted by wattlebla at 15:41
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