Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life with a clearer view again.” — Alex Tam
There’s something about the dawn of a new day that gives my glasses a rose-colored hue. — Photo by Pat Bean
Sometimes I Cry Myself to Sleep
I used to do just that. But not in a long, long time. My life these days is just too damn good.
And before you know it, the world is filled with light once again. — photo by Pat Bean
Even back then, when a crisis, unmet desire or problems were almost routine in my life, my days weren’t all that bad. But there were many nights, from my teens into my 40s, when I curled up in a fetal ball at the midnight hour and cried until I had filled a bucket with tears.
The funny thing was that after the tears were shed, my whole body felt wonderful. There’s a scientific explanation for this phenomenon. While I don’t quite understand it, I do know that the world always seemed more promising and my blessings more abundant after a midnight sob session.
While I’m certainly not sorry I have little to cry about these days, except perhaps the loss of a long-time friend, I kind of miss the tears. Perhaps that’s why I do enjoy a book or movie that touches my soul and turns on the waterworks.
But what’s best of all is writing that makes me both laugh and cry.
So what’s your six-word story?
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Bean Pat: The day after: http://tinyurl.com/l3e9e2f This was the blog that got me thinking about my own tears. I love the brightness of her words about the morning sun making all things better. I totally agree.
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I’ve never been one to cry much, Pat, since it never seemed to do anything good and too often got me told, “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” But relatively lately I find myself tearing up over just about anything, from a news story to a commercial to a Save the Animals spot. I have to stop myself (if I can) because I don’t want to make SO uncomfortable, though he always pats my shoulder or hugs me. But maybe I’ll just go ahead and cry and see what happens. Thanks for this piece.
Precious is the man who knows when a woman cries the only right thing to do is to hold her and let her cry herself out. I had that a few times in my life, but not from the man I was married to for 22 years. Hang in there.
Amen! I’m too quick to complain about his not being perfect and too slow to recognize his “talents.” Gotta work on that. *S*
Thank you Par and you know what, my tears at night are few and fewer than when I was younger but I do end up with the most restful sleep after them. Thanks for reminding me. ❤
I am a cryer but lately am too happy to cry – very weird for me!