Everyone cried yesterday.
I’m speaking specifically of Jacqueline and myself but if I were taking bets, odds are…you did, too.
I want to be honest about crying during this process of moving to New York.
I’ve gotten so many lovely notes from friends and confused family members all sending well wishes on my next, brave adventure. Many expressed admiration for my spunk and drive, which is appreciated but feels undeserved. Packing this week, I was excited, felt a bit throw-up-ey and a ton of questions went through my mind.
What am I doing? WHO does this? (No one is the answer, by the way.) And why can’t my brain work like other people?
I can think of a million reasons to NOT be here. This not what adults do. I’m over 50 and there’s probably zero opportunities here. And, there are much more responsible ways to make a living. But there’s really only one reason to really do it - I never got a chance to try.
I’m starting my morning with homemade pumpkin bread.
Later, I’m going to clean the bathroom and kitchen.
Tomorrow, I’m going to figure out how New York trains work.
And, I’m positive I’m going cry during at least two of the above.
I’m going to remind myself - you can be brave and cry at the same time. Doing scary things, doesn’t mean you don’t cry. Maybe instead of hiding our cries, we tell people about them followed by the amazing thing we accomplished BECAUSE of our cry. Maybe crying is the ultimate sign of growth, not weakness.
I cried an entire year during and after my divorce. I couldn’t imagine my life outside of what I was living, and the life I was living wasn’t even GOOD. Crying was my path out.
I’m going to take a gamble and say you probably cry everyday anyway, so why not try to move towards the thing YOU’RE most scared of? Who knows what you can discover about yourself?
Side Note: I woke up this morning to an amazing number of NEW subscribers and supporters. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
You make a girl think she might be saying something worth listening to.
And, it makes her want to cry.
I cry when I’m happy.
I cry when I’m sad.
I cry when I’m mad, which pisses me off and I cry more.
People say I’m too sensitive and not to cry so much. But I’m 58, this is who I am. I am a person who cries, for many, many reasons.
This last week I set out on a journey to grieve. Which will most likely include crying … a lot. I’ve spent my entire life avoiding the cry. I hate how it feels and how poofy my face gets. I appreciate this post a lot. Almost like I was meant to read it. Thank you ❤️