On this, my very first post, you are most likely wondering what it is that I have to mourn...well, I assure you, nothing too serious. Really. My husband told me years ago that he believes I LOVE to cry. I used to try and defend my weaker tear ducts and say that I just could not help the tears when they fall; how in the world could I possibly control something like that after all!? "I am just sensitive;" I would lamely argue in a rather defensive tone. I would get embarrassed when someone would "catch" me crying at a commercial, a movie, or when re-telling a sad story...Now, in the years that have passed since he made that dreadful accusation, I think he was most likely correct. I have decided in these last few years that I have nothing to hide. I will boldly tell the world: I LOVE TO CRY!
I have noticed that I tend to select THE saddest songs, books, stories, and movies with which to surround myself. Almost as if by instinct, I can select them from the shelves without much effort. My ears are tuned in to the most melancholy notes when I hear them, and I just NEED to know who is responsible for that moving music...I decided after my last good cry, that I actually felt BETTER, in spite of the puffy, bloodshot eyes and runny nose. I let go of some stress, and I felt as though I could think clearly again. So, have a GOOD CRY...you'll feel like NEW again!
By the way, my husband and I are both off from work today, and we have spent this holiday lazily snuggling on the couch, watching movies in front of a blazing fireplace. Nope...no sniffles... not a tear in sight...dry eyes for me...as you see it was HIS birthday Saturday, and I let HIM select the movies! We had a bit of kung fu, shoot'em up action, and (yawn) a battle between street gangs. Ha, ha.
I will post again soon when I really have something to lament.