
24 DAYS TIL 30
(I’m a couple of days behind so here are my catch-up posts.)
In the last 30 years I’m proud of/grateful for: my sense of humor.
Around about the end of college, I came to realize I can be a funny person. I never noticed this growing up and in fact no one in my immediate family—or even extended family I’d venture to say—thinks or realizes I’m funny. But my husband, in-laws and many of my co-workers, college, grad school and adult friends have told me so. I think being able to be humorous in conversation goes hand-in-hand with self-confidence and I can see how those who have known me all my life might not notice the subtle change in my self-confidence over time.
I will never be a stand-up comic. I don’t have funny jokes that I practice and share. But I do have a funny way of telling stories about interesting/odd/hilarious things that occasionally happen to me in my life and it delights me that it makes others smile.
How I celebrated it: not really any way particularly, but the day was good.
I went to a microscopy workshop, met with a sales rep, and did some troubleshooting with an LED system at work. Nothing fabulous. Then I went the aqua zumba after work and marked the first time I went to all four water aerobics class offered during the week at the rec center (hooray!). Then I picked up Mexican food take-out and Matt and I watched some Sons of Anarchy on Netflix. Nothing fabulous, but an enjoyable and productive day.
P.S. This photo is if a trashcan in the building on campus where the microscopy workshop was held. It cracked me up.