"Why do you look so serious?"
So asked a friend at the gym this week. He smiled and shook my hand.
"I'm always serious," I said, meaning it to be lighthearted, an off-the-cuff comment between friends.
"Don't be," he replied.
We exchanged some more banter; he was leaving, I was going in, and we went our separate ways.
Is it so simple? That thought (predictably) occupied my mind as I worked out. I have been told a lot in my life that I am too serious. A friend said that in college I was the oldest freshman she knew. Not that I am the focused, intense sort of serious; not a lot, anyway. Put me in a crisis, yes; if you see me playing a sport or riding my bike you can witness the intensity with which I approach things.
But to not be serious. Just like that. What would it take?
I've been working on my philosophy of the binary life. It's not a new notion at all. The idea is that every decision can be distilled down to a choice between two things. Sometimes this is easy. Sometimes not. Look for more on this in the coming weeks.
I am committing, again (as it were), to not take things so seriously, to make that decision to be happy, to be less stressed, to de-focus for just a bit and enjoy the world as it happens.