This is one that I struggle to grab hold of for myself.
If you care to read more, I’ve written about my weird relationships with emotions here before.
It’s not that I think there’s anything wrong with crying. Please, yes, cry. Feel it. Mourn it. Own it. It just seems foreign, unfamiliar when the tears shed are my own.
I often times need to remind myself that it is okay to feel things deeply, even when those things are hard to feel.
Even when those things might sting.
Even when those things might not resolve immediately.
I sent a text message on Saturday—a stupid, not-even-for-serious text message—and then proceeded to cry for no other reason than the fact that in that moment, in that one little moment, I felt sad.
Feel it. Mourn it. Own it.
I think that, at the ripe old age of 26, it’s time you know and understand and really believe that emotions are part of the beauty that is your life. Don’t try to take the laughter and joy and warmth without a little of the loneliness and loss and pain.
Enjoy the sweetness of friendship and love after the taste of a few tears and realize just how good those gifts truly are.