I know it's only Tuesday, but I've had a tough week already. When I'm upset/frustrated/stressed/scared I like to write. So I turned again to my awesome book of 642 Things to Write About and found this appropriate prompt:
Your last cry.
Last night, actually.
Because:
Work has been super busy the last couple weeks, and after eight months, I sometimes feel like I'm still proving myself.
I agreed to teach three more Zumba classes, bringing my grand total up to seven classes a week.
My tooth that needs a root canal hurts pretty much all the time, but I don't have an extra thousand bucks lying around to get it fixed.
I have no idea what to do about a situation with my dad.
All this and more weighed heavily on me last night until—at 10:53—I just got so overwhelmed the tears were inevitable.
And I’m glad I finally let them out. It’s been a long time since I let myself sob like that.
After my therapeutic cry—when my pillow was soaked, my lips looked like they had just been injected with Botox, and I was so drained I felt like I had run five miles—I felt a little better.
Today was still a rough day—it’s not like my stresses disappeared with the tearstains—but a good chat with my friend Shawna lifted my spirits, the prospect of having some much-needed time with my bestie this weekend did wonders, and a story my mom told me of the generosity of the people in my hometown put things into perspective.
I may shed some tears tonight too—but they’ll be tears of thankfulness and love for those who help me make it through to the other side of difficult times.
Oh dear. And I left you by yourself at work today! Hang in there, friend. This broke my heart.
ReplyDeleteJust know that I absolutely believe in you.
When you have a million people picking apart what you write, you can't help but wrestle with some self-doubt. You'll come out the other side a strong, confident, take-charge writer.
You're a champ. You really are. And I'm blessed to get to work with you. See you tomorrow.
Bless you, Kel. Seriously. This brought tears to my eyes. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
DeleteI couldn't do it--work, this new opening-myself-up blogging thing--without you.
Crying isn't always a bad thing. I've cried a lot the past few weeks. But dang, girl! 7 classes a week!? Impressive.
ReplyDeleteHaha! I don't know if it's impressive so much as it is all-out crazy...but we'll see how it goes.
DeleteAnd yes, crying can definitely be a good thing. Thank goodness, because I do it a lot :-)