A couple of weeks ago I went to a language conference in Thailand. It was remarkably informative and inspiring for my “volunteered” role as language facilitator for our Cambodia team. I also thoroughly enjoyed spending time connecting with the other facilitators from our teams across Africa and Asia.
But the greatest joy was each night before turning out the lights I would snuggle into bed with a novel (frivolity!) borrowed from the library there. Before I even opened the cover I would just laugh out loud at the bliss of it.
My room-mates thought I was a little crazy. They may be right. But it comes from laughing too rarely and taking life far too seriously. If I had to find just one word to describe our household, it would be “intense”.
In an effort to reverse the effects before we all end up in the nut house, I am brainstorming ideas as to how to inject more laughter and life into our house… but they all seem … well, frivolous! For example, I could make “time-wasting” my new year’s resolution … except that I have far too much to do. Or I could put on a funny DVD… but I really have to get into the packing.
It frankly seems beyond me. What I really need is a friend to hijack me, force-feed me a big steak and chips followed by chocolate mud-cake smothered in cream, and make me laugh until I cry.
Weekly, preferably, but fortnightly will do.