I have been called emotional and overly sensitive my entire life.
I have fought it hard and would end up being so angry that I resorted to tears in a discussion with someone because it seemed to weaken my argument or hiding tears as a plus one guest at a stranger’s wedding assuming people would think it was weird since I didn’t know them.
I cry watching Grey’s Anatomy reruns no matter how many times I’ve seen them, I cry at funerals, during movies (in my own home or in public), when I am decorating my Christmas tree with a smile on my face, when I say goodbye to people I love, when things go my way and when they don’t.
I spent the greater part of last weekends Whole30 Coach Summit in tears and when I tell some people that, it gets awkward. Why would you cry at something like that?
Because it was touching, moving, powerful, unity like I have never seen before.
It was safe, it was self growth and I cried because it’s who I am…because I pay attention. (thank you Glennon Doyle)
For 28- not too far from 29 years, I have thought that crying as much as I do has meant that I don’t know how to handle things. Turns out. crying IS how I handle things, and I am so at peace with this now.
