A true story…
This reminded me of an evening I spent crying. Man did I ever cry. I cried for 6 hours, then 8 and then 10 and then more. I probably cried for 12 hours and when I finally wound up, it was about 3 in the morning and I realized that I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten all day or if I had I didn’t remember. In whatever case, I decided I wanted a donut, a real donut from the donut shop. Actually I wanted 6 or 8 of them, so what to do?
Well, what?? The donut guy never saw tears before? People die, people cry.
I got in my car and drove to the open all night donut place. I walked in with my face not puffy, but swollen to misshapen with my eyes like slits, my nose raw from blowing and got my donuts. I’d decided if the counter person said anything I’d explain, “Don’t I look like I need a donut?”
He didn’t say anything though. He only kind of stared politely so it went pretty well. My only complaint with this situation was there are slim pickings in the donut store at three AM. Very paltry. I should have went at five or six in the morning for better selection, but the point of telling this story, is to say I’ve cried freely, anywhere, any time since. I cried long enough that day to perceive the tears rolling down my face to be soothing and I’ve been a fan of my tears since. Cry it out. That’s what they say, right? It’s so good to spill your tears.
These days I rarely go a week without a tear and I think this is one of my better qualities. I don’t stockpile tears anymore. I’ve learned to routinely release and renew. People ask me often enough, why I’m happy and I think one of the reasons is that I cry my tears out.
Is it possible to feel better about anything without crying? I wonder.
Do you cry freely?