Boy, do I love me some funny!
One-liners, little acts of silliness, comedians, laughing (you know, hold your stomach and hope you don't pee kind of laughing) pictures that bring a wide-smile.I love it all.
But the funny (as in ironic and not funny at all) thing is I don’t write funny. Absolutely no laugh in my writing at all. Rather, it is sad, depressing and downright soulfully mournful.
So what gives? I ask myself today in the shower. Why can’t I write funny?The response I get back from my heart: I think you have to get your sad out first.
Don’t get me wrong. The funny is in here. I laugh, a lot. I am joyful. I really like to have fun.
But the sad that has been within me - unexpressed - for
wants it’s voice first. It has been denied. Emotionally, mentally, physically. Tears have been un-shed. Old tears. Tears that threaten to drown from the inside if not released.
So I will give them there time.
And then, we will laugh…. Together!