I am so behind, and keep missing out on these ones, so yes, my blog challenge is pretty much ending up in the toilet.
There was one on day 4 that went along the lines of: Is there something in your life that you absolutely can’t live without? What is it and why can’t you imagine life without it?
Let’s assume that I am not permitted to list any of these, which would make life barely worth living if they did not exist:
- My children
- My friends
- Nutella Chocolate Spread
- Lays chips
- The feeling of emerging yourself in a hot bath that smells like Orange Blossoms at the end of a day when you feel chilled to your bones
- Toothpaste, toothbrush and ablution facilities
- Beautiful pens to write with
- Good restaurants
- Good sushi
- Laughing until you snort
- Dexter, Parker, and Jackson
- My laptop
- My leather boots from Poetry
- Falling asleep on the couch whilst watching a movie
- Oxygen, the o-zone layer, the earth’s magnetic force, the sun —- and all the other bits and bobs that keep us stuck to the earth’s surface and wake up to survive another day.
The list is somewhat endless of what I would choose not to live without, and items that are quite dear to my heart. I could keep this list going until we both got very bored, if you are not there already.
To relook at the question – Is there something in your life that you absolutely can’t live without?
I gave it some real thought, not just about “can’t live” but “can’t survive” without ……
I can’t live without humour. Without my humour often times than not.
I do not think I would NOT have survived my life, or myself without having my sense of humour.
This year has been a total shit festival, on many levels, and even when I was sitting in the corner crying, I still have managed to make myself laugh with the ridiculous way my mind often filters and orders information.
Even at my lowest, my internal funny voice has made me smile, a bit.
My humour is often the vehicle that gets me out of bed, and functioning. My humour and self deprecating style has been my best tool, and my fondest companion against what could have been and still may be the rapid and quick demise into madness.
Or more extreme levels of madness, than I am already dealing with.
I need my humour to look at things differently.
I need my humour to be able to absorb something that my brain is often times screaming against.
I need my humour to get me through my day.
I am not of the society that believes “a day without a laugh is a day lost” but I need my humour to help me cope.
I am sitting looking at a very serious letter that I need to attend to. I have already read through it, and I knew that it was coming.
I know what it says, I know what I need to do, I am not sure if I can do it — or whether this letters fore spells a rather unfortunate change of circumstances that I will need to deal with very soon.
It is not a happy letter.
It does not make me feel warm and fuzzy, but my humour and my rather wry way of looking at situations, does help me to carry on and get this day done without offing myself by means of a papercut. Granted it would need to be a very deep papercut.