Comedy, The Rhythm of My Life
I was driving my car home from work the other night, reflecting on all the humor that transpired over the past week of my working life when a song came on the radio: Rhythm of the night by Corona. I laughed when I thought that given the events of the last week, the rhythm of my life is comedy. That’s okay with me; after all, comedic things make me smile and laugh. I also feel blessed that my life is not marred in tragedy or sadness. While some of the week’s events were pure comedy, other parts were so frustrating that I had to laugh. I’m also blessed with an amazing ability to stare down the anguish of frustration with a smile on my face. I can’t help it though. I love to smile. Heck, even when I’m getting yelled at, sometimes the person yelling is acting so outrageous that I can’t help but smile. The yellers always hate when I do that, just ask any of my teachers from Kindergarten on up through high school. Or even the occasional Cop. The laugh-fest started on Sunday afternoon. A beau...