These days, when I’m seated on the floor and I try rising to my feet, it’s not easy.
Sometimes the joints are stiff. Sometimes my muscles are tight. During the struggle of getting up, I often groan with the effort. Yeah, I know I’m getting older. But it’s also depressing.
I lamented to a friend today, who is roughly the same age. Her reaction?
She laughed because she’s had the same experience. I laughed with her. I felt better.
I’ve always known that laughter can be an effective coping mechanism for frustration, especially for situations out of our control. My friend happens to be good at seeing the humor during times of despair. I’m not, but maybe I can get better.
Laughing seems a lot more appealing than groaning.