Today’s word is “笑.” (Xiào)

I’ve been grouchy lately. I have several theories about why that is that I won’t go into here, but I’ve been thinking the past few days that I need to actively seek out joy and focus on the small things in life that make me smile. I need to laugh more. We all know that happiness is healthy. I read just this morning about a recent study that links cynicism and dementia.

So, what am I going to do about it? I decided a couple weeks ago to seek out friends more often, visit my mother and sister more than the once per month that seems to be the trend. Last week I took my Mom to a Lyle Lovett concert in Saint Petersburg, and we had a great time catching up and enjoying the music. She’s one of my favorite people, and I’ve always wanted to be more like her. As a bonus, I ran into two old friends at the Mahaffee Theater while waiting for the concert to start. So, I’d say I’m off to a good start on the road to being a more cheerful guy.

Here’s what prompted this semi-silly post. I’m training for a 15km run in February, so I’m working on increasing my weekly mileage. I ran 6 miles this morning and felt great. You can’t beat fall in Florida for perfect, cool, sunny weather in the mornings. On the way out, I passed by my youngest son’s middle school, and some of the older kids happened to be out on the field for recess or P.E. A group of three or four of them tried out their taunting skills on the old man jogging by with “run, Forrest, run,” and “work them skinny thighs!” As I continued to run, that encounter struck me as increasingly funny, and I laughed out loud as I tried to remember what being in 8th grade was like.

On the way back home, something caught my eye–the sun reflecting off a shiny surface on the sidewalk. I saw what looked like a Chinese character in red and, curiosity whetted, I turned back to look. What I found was a small, magnetic clip-on thingy, possibly intended as a bookmark, with the Chinese character for “laugh” printed on one side.

I recognize that I’m one of those people who looks for meaning in things, and I know I have to moderate that tendency with common sense, but this seemed like a benevolent message directly to me from the Universe. A sign, if you will. As soon as I got home, I went to the computer, dripping sweat on the keyboard, and looked up a pronunciation of the character in Chinese. What a fun language. Turns out it also means “smile.” I’ll be walking around the house today enjoying the taste of the word Xiào, and smiling.

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