Today, I giggled.

No. I let myself giggle.

WAIT! Before you think this ridiculously trite and go back to Facebook, stay with me…

(It’s gonna be a long 540.5 days if you want heavy lifting in EVERY, single, one of them.)

Between my race-child-to-daycare, lunch-in-my-lap-while-driving-a-stick, yes-I-started-crying-because-I-wasn’t-moving morning (breath) and my more-coffee-should-help, stuck-in-traffic-and-crap-I’m-out-of-gas, every-night-is-spaghetti-night evening, (breath) one of my fellow actors did a funny thing:

It was nothing earth shattering nor worthy of a Night at the Apollo. In fact, it was just the way he said a single word. But it inspired this funny feeling in my stomach. A lightness. A bubble.

I had the option to have it rise up like an unexpected belch that I would immediately excuse and negate OR, let it ride. I did.

I let it ride.

And it came up and rippled. The edges of my mouth curled up a bit. My lips opened and my nose twitched. It was an official giggle. Not a laugh, mind you. A giggle. And the best part was, I was alone. Backstage, in the dark. Therefore, it was mine. It was just for me.

Look for giggle-opportunity.
I highly recommend it.

When the weight of days is heavier than I’d like, it sure did lighten the load.

I’m working up to belly-laughter. Expect that post around Day 115. It’ll most likely involve Proseco, Umeshu, and a couple of girlfriends.