When I was a girl it was easy to cry. When I was sad..happy..angry..or even jealous. Now I cry when I just cant hold it in any longer.. I usually let it all build up like a great big wall that crashes down hard… The other day I hit my head. I slowly slid down to my knees, held my head and I cried. So hard that i didn’t want to stop. My face felt warm from the pressure, my hands were wet from holding my face and my lips tasted like the sea. A salty, sobbing, red-faced mess on my kitchen floor…A much needed beautiful release that I didn’t know I needed… I was actually thankful for the side of the counter that I failed to notice when I leaned over to slip on my boots.. I was thankful for that little pain that caused my emotional avalanche. My built up frustrations and weariness were ready to pop. I had felt it before and I had simply waited too long to cry… Sometimes a good cry is all you need. And afterwards, Rainbows are colorful when before they just reminded you of a broken promise. The streets become a symphony and the drivers become people with smiling faces, not targets for your best unheard insults. Don’t wait too long to cry. You always need a release… We weren’t made to handle it all on our own. I understand though if you’re the kind of person that thinks you can do it by yourself.. I’m the same way. But when you bump your head after a long day, month or year, and you feel defeated… Let it take you down. Like a virus that can heal you, not hurt you. Let it spread and fall to your knees in surrender and let it out. Let your tears wash your emotional slate.. And when you are done, stand up and work on breaking down those big walls brick by brick.. Anything is possible folks. And if you haven’t heard this today, Wether you’re defeated on your kitchen floor or at the top of your mountain. I love you , whoever you are.
