It takes a lot for me to cry. Like a lot. But I’ve been doing it a lot more lately. Life is a very scary, uncertain thing for me right now. It has put strain and stress on my business, my personal life, my head, and even on my personal relationships, and has left me feeling sad, alone, scared and even a little angry…
I grew up in a household where it wasn’t okay to cry. I was always told to “stop crying” or “grow up”. Between my childhood and becoming an adult, I became pretty tough, and somewhat of a hard ass. I’m not one of those women who cry over everything. I don’t cry when I fall and scrape my knee or sprain my ankle. I don’t cry to get myself out of a speeding ticket. And I don’t cry to get what I want. Rather, I cry when someone dies or is in pain, when life is just too much or from a broken heart. When I feel like I have no way out, then crying is my last resort. And if I feel the need to cry, I go for a drive, visit the cemetery or just be by myself.
When Life is Just TOO Much…
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: It constantly amazes me how much life can change in an instant. You get up one morning thinking today is going to be like any ordinary day, only to find out that when you climb into bed that same evening, your life has significantly changed, and tomorrow will be completely different.
The Storm of the Century
Life is like a tornado. A storm can strike at any point—sometimes you can predict it, sometimes you can’t. Sometimes you can escape it, sometimes you can’t. Sometimes you find yourself in the path of destruction, and you instinctively hang on for dear life. After the storm passes, and you realize you’re alive, you survey the damage, and realize everything you had is lost…
To quote one of my favorite novels by Stephen King, The Storm of the Century, Michael Anderson claims, “[In life] sometimes we have to pay a little; sometimes we pay a lot. And sometimes, it’s all we have…”
Dramatic? Maybe, but as a dear friend once told me, “Life IS dramatic.”
The Eye of the Storm
Remember a couple of weeks ago when I wrote about experiences shape us and make us who we are? This is one of those moments…
In the last several weeks, I’m proud to say that I’ve “weathered the storm” so far. I’ve been through my own “grieving period”, and I’m already looking at things with a positive, new light.
Or maybe it’s just the eye of the storm.
Maybe things will get worse before they get better. But I’ve just learned to take things one day at a time, embrace new opportunities as they arise, and hopefully I wake up one morning very soon, and I’ll see the sunshine.
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