A Personal Note
It may be a Capricorn thing. Or a female issue. Or hormonal distress. A mood swing. Stress. The weather. The environment. The surroundings. The bad temper of the driver in front. The attitude of the cashier.
There may be a myriad of reasons why.
But I tend to cry a lot.
It is what it is. I can’t help it.
When the waterworks start – regardless why – let it pour.
If you know anything about me, you’ll know that my ways to de-stress are either writing or weeping. Sometimes both simultaneously.
I need my time. As all people do, we need time alone to process the new realities around us, to get things sorted in our minds in our own way. To ponder on how to come back stronger. We all have different manners of coping with the world. Please understand that it has nothing to do with you personally. It’s just how each of us functions.
We need a period to outburst. To let it all out so we can relieve the tension.
When that passes – and it will soon enough – we’ll get back to our regular (stubborn, often obnoxious, moaning, and irritating) selves.
Just allow it to happen.
We need some time to figure things out, to draw up a plan, and to garner the courage to proceed. We’re not giving up. Consider it a pause on life, when everything is just too much to bear.
It is said that salt water heals everything: so when we’re crying, take us to the beach for a swim, or let us sit in the rain. Both will drown out the tears.
But don’t worry, the frown will turn upside down soon enough and the smile will re-appear.
I know it’ll work out in the end.