admin/ September 30, 2015/ Dr. Danielle

It’s definitely time for another blog. I can’t just bang one out for the purpose of just bangin’ another one out. People are always asking me when I’m gonna write another one. And so I explain to them the very detailed, precise, ornery, sometimes turbulent process of the creative act of writing. No. No, I don’t. Because that was a joke. I know it’s time to write another blog when I have something that needs to come out. Sometimes it comes out defensively, offensively, or educationally. Today, I’m not sure what this is. I just have this feeling that I need to verbally poop.

And here is what I want to say. I want you to laugh. I want you to find joy in the smallest of things. I want you to live each day in the present moment and put a conscious effort into finding something that makes you feel like puking (in a good way). Yes, alot of our day, as adults, is spent dealing with serious things, like responsibilities, jobs, communication with other adults where it may be inappropriate to lmfao. But please. Call the funniest person you know, watch the funniest movie, talk to a 2 year old. Whatever it takes. And I don’t mean this in a hokey sense. I don’t mean for you to become one with your spirit, to breathe deeply and soften your soul or whatever all that shit means. I just want you to laugh.

My job and to be honest, alot of my personal life is faced with daily challenges where it’s too easy to get caught up in the seriousness of it all. And just when I’m on the breaking point, when I feel I can’t take it any longer, my 5 year old tells me that someday, when she’s a daddy, she hopes she doesn’t have to spend so much time on the toilet. Right?? You feel me????

What we could all use a little more of are those all-consuming, hurt your stomach muscles, cheeks get sore belly laughs. Sometimes they’re so good, I don’t even have to worry about exercise that day (at least, that’s what I tell myself). Sure, there are times when things suck so bad, you feel so sick, so depressed, or in so much pain that humour is annoying and you just want everyone to shut up and leave you alone. I get that too. And that’s ok. Just be ready for when the opportunity arises, and let it go. Laugh it up.

Woah. Ok. I feel better now.  I said what I had to say. Now, how can I tie something medical into all of this….I’m thinking so you’ll have to wait for it….

As a last note, let me give you a small glimpse into my world. Practice is great. Busy. Need more laughter. Family is outstanding. I will refrain from gloating and instead tell you that my 7 year old is sensitive and anxious. My 6 year old is extroverted and whimsical. My 5 year old has got all her shit figured out. And unbeknownst to all of us, my 2 year old is the ruler of our household.

Ah! I’ve got the medical tie in….laughter is the best medicine. Did you see that coming?? Did ya??

Dr. D