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 misplace my cup of coffee yesterday. Perhaps it’s in the laundry cupboard or in the ironing basket. Surely I wouldn’t have left it laying 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 a 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.