Rolling Over the Bumps . . .

Road with pebbles

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs.  It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.”

Henry Ward Beecher

Not sure I can add much to this thought …

Everyone has pebbles in the road.

If you have ever stepped barefoot on a sharp pebble, you know that the effect is all out of proportion to the size of that little stone. 

People who can laugh at their failures, mistakes, and the assorted “bumps’ of life seem to be healthier mentally and more resilient than those who fall into disbelief and doubt.

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.”
Veronica Roth, Divergent

This shows up in leadership situations when a leader does not have the ability to laugh at themselves.   Not laugh at others or at a situation, but at themselves. 

We are rather foolish creatures, pretending to ourselves that what we do at work is the ultimate achievement of our lives.   Now work is important and can be the source of pride, energy, and self-worth.   A good day’s work is nothing to smirk at and a life of service to others is a noble thing.

However, even those of us who approach sainthood need to maintain a whimsical perspective.  Those who we serve depend on us to provide stability and relief in the midst of sometimes very difficult situations.

If we take ourselves too seriously, we are so busy trying to be stalwart that we forget to laugh it off a bit, even when we know this helps …

“The human race has only one really effective weapon and that is laughter.”
Mark Twain

Note:  This is not to dismiss or diminish the impact of real life issues to us.  When we suffer the loss of a family member or friend, have significant health issues, or

are buffeted by the economic, psychological, or emotional storms of life, we have real stress which which we must deal.

The question remains:  How will we deal with that stress?

If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane.”
Robert Frost

Me Acting The FoolLetting a small smile brighten my visage as I choose in the Heartland . . . .



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