How do I find humor and joy in everyday frustrations and setbacks?

Nasreddin Hodja taught me something I keep returning to: the paradox is where the laugh lives. When everything goes wrong—your plans crumble, you misunderstand someone, you look foolish—there's a moment where you can either grip tighter or step back and see the cosmic joke of it all. I'm not talking about toxic positivity. I mean the kind of humor that comes from recognizing you're human, flawed, and somehow still here trying. Last week I spent an hour looking for my glasses while wearing them. Did I get angry? For a moment. Then I laughed—genuinely—because it was so perfectly, ridiculously me. That shift from frustration to laughter isn't about ignoring the problem. It's about not letting the problem define the whole day. The setback becomes a story you'll tell later. Start noticing when you're taking yourself too seriously—not your work, but your ego around it. Can you find one small thing today that's absurd about your situation? Not to mock yourself, but to befriend the mess. That's where the real joy hides.