I laugh often.
I laugh at myself.
I laugh at my wife.
I laugh with my wife.
I laugh with my friends.
I laugh because of my friends.
I laugh because my children needs to see me laugh.
And I make damn well sure they see me laughing often.
If laughter really caused a six-pack then I could have been built like Ryan Reynolds in any movie since Blade: Trinity. It doesn’t, believe me.
But it does pick me up, it lifts me up by the back of my neck and shakes me out and any worries that might be lying scattered on the floor. Laughter grabs my soul and shoves it into the stratosphere. It’s my drug, and I have OD’d a few times. My blood/laughter ratio is probably not measurable at this point. The problem is I constantly need my next fix. In moments where laughter seems inappropriate or unprofessional, I will look for…
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