Go ahead, be an april fool

I thought about writing an April Fools' post, but what would it be?

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But… it’s like when SNL does political satire by having an actor read what a politician said verbatim… it just hurts a little. 

Nevertheless I aspire to be a fool. I fumble the keys in front of my daughter to get a giggle. Bring a joke to a coaching call for a little levity. When I encounter someone Serious, I get more and more goofy, desperate to crack a smile (anyone else?).

Foolishness makes sense to me in a way that tyranny does not.

No kings doesn’t mean no jesters.

In my own internal world, I sometimes know myself to be the tyrant too– the one who imposes societal standards on my body, the one who scorns the extra helping or the extra nap. 

Play and foolishness help slow my internal tyranny. I make it really big like “oh. my. goodness. I’m taking another nap this is just terrible terrible behavior!” Then I can’t help but laugh. Or I imagine it to be really really small and flick it away with my fingers as I cuddle up on the couch. I let myself enjoy the food more, dance a little on my walk, squeeze the fat on my belly to make it talk like a sock puppet.

Sometimes play calls me to grief, but sometimes it is not so Serious.

May April fools bring May jewels that remind me to get back in my body and be a little silly with it.

Cheers to the Fools.