Last night I ended up laughing. A lot. Out loud. Hard. Really Loud. Knee slapping. Reaching over to push the shoulder of my seat mate, laughter.
Ahh. It felt so good!
All of this good time living sprang from my accepting a last minute invitation to attend a movie with a couple of work colleagues. Doing so was out of character ~ doing something outside of work with co-workers, doing something on a work night and accepting an invitation the morning of the event ~ all, out of my character or might I say, my rut.
The whole experience felt like a celebration of sorts. Again, more than one-fold. The first celebratory reason was the extra hour of evening light that springing the clocks forward gifted us Northern Dwellers. Secondly, the growing realization that I am returning to life post-grad and licensure status; meaning that I actually have enough energy reserves at the end of a work day to engage with others and maybe, like last night, have a little or a lot of fun. Cause for big old party if you ask me.
The movie was hilarious, all about the human condition and relationships with a little projectile vomiting thrown in for a giggle or two. I know. You’d have to have been there… Honestly though, the entire theatre was filled with loud raucous real laughter.
So here I am. Currently living the Good Life, one guffaw at a time. It’s all good, my friend, it’s all good.