Journal Entry 011: Humor Isn’t Hiding — It’s Holding

I used to feel guilty for laughing on hard days.

Like if I wasn’t collapsing under the weight,
I wasn’t honoring the struggle.

But humor isn’t hiding.

It’s holding.
It’s how my body says:
“This is heavy — and still, here we are.”

Tonight, I honor every petty giggle, every side-eye, every stolen smile.

They are survival, too.

🖋 Question:

Where did you laugh this week —
even when it wasn’t “professional” or “productive”?

Write it down. Keep it. It’s sacred, too.

–Bleu