Today an inner voice said, “What if you just let yourself weep?”
Because having a puppy is harder than I thought
Because all the work decluttering seems for naught when I see how much I still have and how obscene it is in a global context
Because even being sober and abstinent isn’t a magic potion against feeling overwhelmed somedays
Because isolation is lonely and virtual connections don’t quite meet some primal need to connect
What if I just let myself weep without even knowing why?
Because we’re all connected and so many are hurting
What if I just let myself weep instead of bucking up, counting my blessings, or thinking of someone else for a change?
What if I just let myself weep?
How long would it last? 10 minutes? Thirty? An hour or more? Am I afraid I won’t stop?
If I wept every time I felt sad, scared, anxious, impatient, out of my element, in over my head, or utterly alone, would it be like an afternoon tropical shower that clears the air and enhances the sun?
What if I just let myself weep because others have so hardened their hearts that some of us have taken on their quota of feeling?
What if I let myself weep because some people won’t make it through these times, at all.
If I cry today I could feel lighter tomorrow and see glimmers of goodness and slivers of solace anywhere I truly looked.
Why don’t you just let yourself weep?