I remember my first kiss happened on a swing. I must have been around 6 years old since I was in first grade then. I was sitting on the swing in the park in front of my house with a beautiful girl beside me who was much older, 6th grade comes to mind. I don’t remember why she kissed me but I remember falling flat on my face into the sand. She laughed since it was funny but in that moment of what was extreme elation one second turned into extreme anger and frustration. I clinched my teeth and held the sand in my hand as hard as I could. All at once I was brought down. As an adult I look back on this and feel a missed opportunity to be fully in the moment and enjoying the whole experience. I allowed myself to judge the situation rather than simply laugh along with the girl, because it was funny but my anger killed the playful energy that was present that day. I often think about this experience and how powerful it can be to just laugh at myself, it keeps me from looking like a fool as much as that seems like a paradox when ones actions are the subject of laughter.
May you always know the comfort of laughter,