At the traffic light on the highway exit coming home after work, I got winked at by a guy in a NASCAR hat who had Paula Abdul’s Straight Up cranked to eleven on his Cavalier’s stereo. Before I could stop myself or default to just rolling my eyes, I laughed. Genuinely. Actual laughter. It’s mean-spirited, but I’m sure he’d laugh or just think me a geek if he could hear my All Things Considered, too.
There’s no more to the story. Just that actually laughing felt good, and made me realize how long it’s been since I’ve been able to find anything truly funny. I could use more of that. I wish I could say that I’ve turned some kind of corner and from now on life could be all levity and hilarity, but it’s far from that easy for me. I’m still awfully weighed down by anxiety over what’s transpired and what may come. But still…I laughed. For now, that’s something, and I’ll take it.