She was just trying to be funny. She thought it was hilarious, so the offended reactions took her back. Took her to a place she didn’t like to be. But there she was…
…here she was. Feeling like an ass, wondering if perhaps maybe she was wrong. Maybe her joke wasn’t funny after all. Maybe she just needed some space.
So she went and found her space. She even found her audience. She heard their laughter. People took pictures. It was hilarious! She was hilarious! The joke was funny after all.
She shrugged away the uncomfortable feelings of uncertainty and insecurity from before and embraced the limelight. There she was; she had pushed through.
This was her time, her place, her joke. She smiled. It’s comforting to find out that you’re funny after all.