Fan hook. If you've ever caught yourself pushing on a closed pull door — this song is for you.

I started taking vocal lessons seriously this year. At 42. Better late than never, right.

The first thing my teacher told me was that I'd been pushing way too hard. For years. The way I'd been hitting high notes — squeezing, straining, white-knuckling my way to the top of my range — was the opposite of what was supposed to happen. The high notes don't come from more effort. They come from less. You stop squeezing and they open up.

I sat with that for about three days.

Because that is the entire story of my life. I have always taken the longest possible distance between two points. I've made everything harder than it needed to be. I've put my blinders on and bulldozed through when my body was screaming no and my ego kept saying yes anyway.

The whole time I thought I was being independent. Forging my own path. Doing it my way.

I was just making God laugh.

There were always signs. There were always people who showed up to point me toward an easier way. I never listened. I had to learn it through trial and error. Every single time.

Now, before you press play, I should warn you. Knowing me, you probably expect this to be the song where I show off the high notes I just learned how to actually hit. It's not. Making God Laugh is one of the lowest songs I sing on the whole record. Almost rappy. No high notes anywhere. LOL. Of course.

The lesson of this song isn't can you hit the high note. The lesson is what happens when you finally stop trying to.