I was getting my shoes scanned and my hands swabbed. I saw Dominique throw something into a bin and walk back through the scanner. Once cleared, I gathered my belongings, and some of my wits, and waited for Dominique to join me. “You’re ok?” I asked. “I feel really swollen,” he replied. We waited to board the plane to Paris. The short flight was rather uneventful, but for the unshowered man next to us. We did the long walk through CDG airport and boarded our flight to the US. A few hours in, we both went to the bathroom. I waited for Dominique to return, still standing so Dominique could easily take his seat. It was taking him forever. When he finally returned he said, “This isn’t my belt.” To which I replied, “Are those your pants?” Mile high laughter at its best!! He suffered the remaining hours, challenging the last notch. Carrying the kind of laughter that keeps coming back for an encore performance.
As we were sharing this story with friends, it seemed even more funny. It occurred to me, if everything always went perfectly, what would we talk about? What would we laugh about. And oh how good it feels to laugh. An inner massage. A release. A joyful vulnerability that commands the getting through – the passing of security.
Things will go wrong along the way, but what a glorious journey! We search not for perfection, but a story. A story that takes away your waist, your lap, your control, your breath… and gives you everything need.
Share your laughter. Share your joy. We’ll get more tomorrow.