Woke up sad today: regretting missed opportunities, a bit of holiday blues, and maybe just the slow release of all the tension that had built up before last weeks scan. I couldn’t help it, so I sat and cried for a while. It was my first cry in quite some time and it was like opening the window to so many emotions that I fight to have under control or deny or whatever, so I can have happy, carefree days.
I am convinced there must be a group of people out in the world, some tribe, who cry whenever they have any emotion, and I bet they are super healthy and happy and have very little stress.
But since I don’t live in that tribe I went ice skating with my daughter instead. We had the pond to ourselves, and I hurried back afterwards to record the sweetness of that activity. A bright spot on another wise sad day spend trying to keep the window tightly shut.