Today I turned 36.
I got to spend the day with my family, out here on the East coast, where it's raining and stormy - like a lot of my birthdays seem to have been.
We went to dinner tonight, and on the way home, the rain came down in sheets.
I'm not sure if it was the storm, or the small interior of the Toyota, or just his 21-yr-old personality, but my brother managed to get everyone singing an Eagles' song until I started yelling at them to stop. I think he was trying to make us laugh, despite how ominous the clouds looked.
By the time we were home, I had tears in my eyes from cracking up. He really does irritate me sometimes, but I laugh so hard with him, too. It's a wide spectrum.
I think, especially in the last year, I've come to realize how much capacity we have for really experiencing emotion. There's a concept that the writer Johnny B. Truant brings up, called "edgework." And he didn't come up with the idea, someone else did. But I'll quote what he said below:
So while it's scary to go through intense anxiety or grief or depression, I'm still hopeful -- that means there's also the potential for joy, gratitude, and finding humor in the mundane.
The lows can be very low. The highs can be very high. I know that much.