Somewhere along the way, I realized I take myself a little too seriously. Not in the “I have standards” way, but in the “why did I replay that awkward moment from five years ago” way. I overthink what I said. How I said it. Whether I smiled enough. Whether I smiled too much. Then today I laughed. Not because everything was perfect, but because none of it was that deep.

I’m learning that laughing at myself is a form of freedom. It softens the edges. It reminds me that I’m human, still learning me, still growing, still figuring things out as I go. Life gets lighter when I stop demanding perfection from myself and start allowing grace. A little humor goes a long way.

Turns out, laughter isn’t me being careless. It’s me being kind to myself.

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