It wasn't really a dream. I was in bed, not quite asleep, definitely not awake. I was re-living a church service that I helped with, but it didn't go perfectly. I was in bed recounting the problems one by one, figuring out what could have been done differently. This is a good exercise in process improvement, necessary to provide meaningful worship experiences. But not at 5:30 in the morning!
After lying around for a while, I got out of bed and went swimming. Woah! This early in the morning, I found myself traveling during rush hour. Yuk! I remember rush hours, and the horror of trying to drive to work. It made me appreciate my current life.
When I got back home and finished my morning routine, I went outside to put a letter in the mailbox for pickup and saw lots of weeds that need to be conquered. I sighed and said, "Not today, I’m on vacation!" But they will be there tomorrow. That made me sad.
While sitting outside listening to NPR podcasts and eating lunch, I was suddenly struck with the memory of a Laughter Workshop I once attended. I realized that I have forgotten how to laugh. That's what I need to do again - set time aside to perform the laughter exercises that I learned in that workshop. Even though I don't feel like laughing, just start doing it. Force it. At first it is fake and miserable, but then I start to really laugh at how silly I sound. It is contagious. That's what I need to do - just laugh (LOUD and OUT LOUD) about those things that went wrong at church, and the weeds in the garden. It is good exercise, both physically and mentally.