Where Did I Leave My Humour?

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Do you know where I left my humour? It must be around here somewhere. I had it yesterday. I’m sure I did. How could I have lost my humour?

It’s always been a part of me. I’ve never gone anywhere without it. I have used it every day. Humour is one of those possessions I thought I would always have. How could I have lost it?

I could have left it in the fridge like I misplaced my cup of coffee yesterday. Perhaps it’s in the laundry cupboard or in the ironing basket. Surely, I wouldn’t have left it lying around for the dog to chew. Perhaps I left it under the bed. I haven’t looked there for days. Where could my humour be?

Probably it’s gone forever, like the coins that slipped through the hole in my purse. Maybe it’s gone down the kitchen sink, just like my favourite ring. I don’t know why I’d put it down—not even for a moment. Maybe it’s in the garden. I could have left it there when I found that poor dead bird. Or, did I leave it someplace else?

Perhaps I left my humour in my journal. I’d been trying to hide my pain and cope alone. I didn’t want to burden anyone with my misery, so I poured it out to God. It might be in my Bible, somewhere in the Psalms, possibly in chapter 23—between the shadows of death and fearing no evil. But, why would I have left it there?

I checked my emails before I went to bed hoping I would find my humour there.

A stranger said I’d made them laugh with a story I had written.

Wendy said she was missing me and I had always made her day.

A cute little puppy greeted me. He was on an eCard sent by Val. It made me grin but it was the words that got to me: shoulders to lean on and hands to hold, hugs to comfort too.

Do you think my humour is closer than I think?

Wait one minute! It must be around here somewhere. Last night that movie made me laugh and I saw the funny side when hubby dropped his cookie into his cup of tea. My son gave me a picture book of elephants at the beach. It’s amazing how some silly photos encourage you to smile. How could I have missed it?

Suddenly I realized I hadn’t lost it. I had it all along. I guess it’s like a simple smile—I just had to put it on.

© Chrissy Siggee

– a long time ago.

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31 thoughts on “Where Did I Leave My Humour?”

  2. Your reflections serve as an encouragement to all of us to keep looking for the lighter side of life, to cherish the moments of laughter and joy, and to remember that even when life gets tough, our humor is a part of us that we can always reclaim.

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  3. Humour (so glad you spell it correctly) is so necessary for the mind to function well. A good old laugh at least once (hopefully more) each day is desirable. I laugh at myself, and hope that people can laugh at my laughing.

    Here, for you:

    “Such a short poem!”

    “Such a short poem!”
    said the poetry critic,
    “And I don’t like them!”

    She meant the ‘Haiku’,
    and, yes, they are very short,
    over in seconds.

    But that is not fair,
    beauty there is in Haiku,
    when they’re written well.

    The waters flowed soft,
    and boats softly ploughed along,
    Autumn’s sun shone high.

    Note: My Haiku do not always conform to the spirit of traditional Haiku, and they are really Senryu (which are of the same format as Haiku, but are humourous). I often write sequences of multiple Haiku / Senryu and, as they are so short, they can be written quite quickly. Another format is the Haibun, this uses a Haiku or a Senryu which is then accompanied by a story related to the Haiku / Senryu.

    G:)

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  5. reminds me of the following scripture in Isaiah
    The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, something we must put on through praising the one and only true God. Thank you for putting on humor. It is much needed in today’s world. If you ever get a chance, watch Tim Hawkins, the man is hilarious! God bless.

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    • Any really. I had just gone through a particular difficult time when I wrote this. Nothing was funny. Nothing made me smile not even my hubby’s Dad jokes. Not even the Vegemite covered chubby fingers of my sweet granddaughter. I wrote this as a reminder to let myself know that whatever life throws at me I can strive to see the joy and blessing God gives. It’s OK to be sad but I should’nt let it take over.

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  13. 😊 humour wants her break once in a while, but do not let her away for too long.

    How drab life is without her.
    This brings to mind a quote often attributed to St. Teresa of Avila: “God, save me from gloomy saints.”

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    • Thank you for reading one of my silliest posts.

      I wrote this at a time that I had truly lost my humour and I was in a place I didn’t want to be. And yes, those little things happened that I don’t believe were coincidence to cheer me up.

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      • 🙂 There are always those bad days. I guess, no one is immune from it. But in hindsight, and after we have gone through those, we can see that those trying days do bring us something good (like a bitter pill does). 🙂

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