For a long time, I wrote humor, which I love. Humor helps me navigate this bizarro world. Humor lifts my cerebrally weighty load. Humor is my flashlight to find the funny in the tightest darkest caverns.
So why, when the world has been thrown up in the air like poop confetti, am I deserting the funny and seeking a new path? I’m not and yet I am. I’m being pulled in another direction.
I’m still looking for the funny but I’m also looking for the mystery.
Finding the joke has been an excellent facilitator to quell my anger so I wonder if searching for the mysteries will make me more curious. I have always been not curiouser and curiouser enough. You get me, Alice.
Writing for me is both medicinal and the answer to my existential conundrum. Why am I here? What’s my purpose? And how can I make my purpose more amusing and resourceful?
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