I hosted an End-of-the-Year party for one of my kid’s classes. Cocktail hour was fast approaching as the party wound down, so I opened the bar. As I carried two drinks I announced that, “I serve all cocktails shaken, not stirred.” I laughed. No one else did. Among the few who heard me there were moans, averted glances and sips of adult beverages. I am loved. I am grateful.
But it’s okay to laugh. Really. I do.
I’m not dumb. I know what “neurodegenerative” means. Trust me, people, I’ve read up on this topic quite a bit (likely more than any of you) since my diagnosis in November 2015. But today it’s good. Today, it’s just a tremor. So let’s laugh. Laughs of fear, rage, wonderment. Let’s make that joyful noise. Together. I don’t know what tomorrow will hold. It could be a miraculous cure. It could be a sharp, southward plunge. I don’t know.
So today, I choose to laugh.
I choose laughter – and the celebration of this moment on earth that laughter embodies. I choose to reach out into this moment and make a joyful noise. Laugh with me. Laugh at me. Ask for your drinks shaken not stirred. Join me and let’s make a joyful noise. Together. Today. Let us affirm the blessing that the intersection of our lives is – with a laugh. Now. For we know not what tomorrow will bring. For any of us.