Laughter Is Best Medicine
I had a power lunch last Friday with a colleague at Coq d’Argent. While sipping on a glass of chardonnary on the rooftop garden, I found myself telling her my life story — mainly focusing on my last year in Chicago. Throughout the conversation, I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. I was laughing because when I think about all that happened, laughing is what I must do to cope. Heck if someone were to tell me the story I shared, I’d think they were embellishing the details. Between Racquetball Guy and my younger sister — never mind my own issues, I experienced enough drama to last me a lifetime. So I’m becoming quite fond of London. No one is making unreasonable demands for my time or that which I have earned –and no one is looking over my shoulder. So it is easier for me to do what I want, when I want. As such, I am feeling a sense of calm that I never felt during the last years in Chicago. Now my good friends, that is a really good thing.