“okay, this is really good… You ready?”

Go ahead

“When is a jar a door? …wait…I said that wrong… When is a door not a door?”

Timing is critical to get a laugh. And it’s high time to get a laugh.

Did you see that video about the Texas lawyer that came to court with a cat filter?

“I’m not a cat”

I understand that.

And I can’t stop laughing. Boy did I need to laugh.

This are serious. Have you seen the latest reason to be afraid? My phone buzzes every couple hours with a new one.

This is SERIOUS.

Bzt

So many people are not SERIOUS ENOUGH.

Care harder.

Worry More.

Maybe I’ve reached the end of what I can achieve by worry and fear.

“Can you hear me, Judge? …I don’t know how to remove it…I’m prepared to go forward…”

I can see that. I can see that a laugh is exactly what I need. It’s what I need more of.

The jester was part of the king’s court. A laugh can be a bridge to peace. A laugh can be the shortest path from point A to point B.

A laugh can help show that point B isn’t where I want to go, point Z suits me much better.

I just remembered how to remove the worry and fear. I am prepared to go forward at this time.

My friend put a Valentine’s concert I Facebook. All these classic songs beautifully sung by her and her guitar strumming boyfriend, melting my heart. And they got to an old favorite

I would walk 500 miles and
I would walk 500 more

I’m listening to her sweet voice and thinking how strange it is to hear a woman sing that very male love song. Granted, she’s harmonizing with her sweetie but even a that little bit of a shift changed it.

…Just to be the man who walk a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door

My daughter has been taking karate and after watching her, I joined an adult class. Her sensei has all the little warriors shout out in unison:

I DO MY BEST

In my class, I do the same. This is not a class for being cute. The teachers ask me for more than I knew I could give. Last week I came to Wednesday class worn out from all the thinky work at my job, ready to do my best. I was weighed down and I knew it, but I was going to power through.

I only tripped a little at the beginning and I kept going. At the very end, I tripped hard. It took a long time to get up. It hurt and I felt so stupid. I had overestimated my best, and hurt myself.

In the Proclaimers song, he overpromised. Not likely to be called upon to make good on his thousand-mile commitment. The point is he will go to the end of his strength for her.

Past what is reasonable. Pushing through the blocks.

I learned after my fall how to get up and keep going after I overshot. Doing my best does me getting up and trying again. Failing, but going for the long haul.

Showing up with love for someone else, doing my best for the one I love or even my own self is what this looks like.

Walking 500 miles and walking 500 more. Or like my Sensei teaches, don’t just strike the target, strike past it and leave all the force where I mean it to go.

I’m not going to be successful every time. But even after I trip, I can get up and do it again and the second strike has a good chance of landing. That’s how love goes when I do my best.