Last year I wrote a passionate rememberance of the tragedy of September 11, 2001. I wrote about where I was, how I felt, and how the world had changed since that day. Those sentiments hold true today, but instead of writing about sadness and tragedy, I would like to write about humor and perserverance.

After the attacks of 9/11, it was a long time before people would allow themselves to laugh again. There was a collective fear that laughter would disrespect the fallen. That perhaps in the aftermath of such a serious blow to our country and our lives, nothing should be funny again.

But as hard as it may be, life does go on. And life is meant to be laughed at.

The toilet seat in my bathroom is cracked. Someone stood on it to reach the wall above. That by itself isn’t funny. Listening to someone yelp in the middle of the night because they’ve gotten pinched in said crack is hilariously funny.

Sometimes if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry.

Hard times will come and go. People you love will pass. Opportunties will be lost and new ones found. Change is as constant and inevitable as the wind. And life will still be meant to be laughed at.

Saturday was a spectacularly beautiful day. My husband and I sat at an outdoor cafe having lunch in the shade, the cool breeze blowing my newly copper hair around my face. My husband said, in the sun, my hair looks like a fancy dessert. I’m not sure if that’s a compliment, or a snarky commentary on my existance. I’m ok either way. I like it, and if it makes a statement, all the better. Because…right…life is meant to be laughed at.

Oh, I had a much more elaborate blog planned for today. I did. But just as I was sitting down to write it, my computer crashed. I didn’t laugh. I didn’t find it funny. But when the dust settles, and my husband restores all my settings to where they belong, I’m sure I’ll laugh. It’s just another day in what I like to call “my life”.

And life, my friends, is definitely meant to be laughed at.