Send in the Clown

The older I become, the more I can laugh at myself. I am learning (ever so slowly) that life can be enjoyed more when I’m laughing. I used to think I was really good at handling the big things…but slow drivers make me lose my mind. I can handle a crisis but someone please tell me how you can’t use a blinker? I could get through the most difficult times, but if you don’t know how to merge on a highway…I may scream at the top of my lungs.

We all have burdens…some of us deal with daily health issues. Some of us deal with a stress that doesn’t seem to go away. It can be financial, or it can be a loved one who is sick. It can be a child who is going in a negative direction…it can be a all of the things I shared..and for many of us…there is only one way to deal with it.

Last night I was tired…I had had a depressing talk with my Dad, where he was having a difficult day. However, I was the clown and I was being sent in. As I got to my destination and began the process of becoming this crazy character…my phone continued to get text after text…and I for once ignored them…and became this character.

I’ve become so comfortable in my clown skin that sometimes I forget I’m in clown…as you can see here:

As I continue this journey of what is my life…I think there are more laughs than tears. More joy than heartache, and more love than hate.

I wish that every day could be a clown day, that every day could be a day where we laugh. That all the hurt could be covered by a red nose…and big clown shoes…but it can’t.

I keep hearing character development. That you can’t grow without pain…and I know that that is true…but boy…I wish there was another way.

So for now…I will don the red nose when possible and press on even when I don’t want to…and stand by for “Send in the clown.”