Last night, I was approaching critical capacity in regards to input coming in and energy going out. My internal meter was nearing the Red Danger Zone (much like the pic shown above), indicating a meltdown was approaching if proper precautions were not taken.
Fortunately, what frequently happens on my particular meter, is that just shy of the meltdown zone there exists a zone where my diligent practice of joy steps in to help mediate the situation and save the day. Let’s call it: the Comedic Zone. This is an area where I begin to see my day as a comedy of errors.
There I was sitting in my stepson’s high school gymnasium last night – after a long day of work and managing of retreat registration logistics, pain levels rising in equal accord with my feelings of exhaustion, waiting for the principal to start the parent meeting to discuss the recent threats made to the school over the past week – only to discover that the flippin zipper on my hoodie was stuck!!!
But instead of becoming unglued, I shook with muffled laughter (ya know, so as not to appear too insane sitting by myself laughing for seemingly no reason).
Whenever I suddenly see life as truly funny stuff, my meter dials back down to the green Smooth Sailing Zone.
Thank goodness for laughter – for the practice of not taking things so seriously – for lightening up – for being able to utilize the practice of mindfulness so as to most skillfully avoid the Red Danger Zones of life.
The practice continues! Full steam ahead!